| | Ugh. I hate doing laundry. But I do need clean clothes for Boston, I suppose. I've wanted to go there for 10 years now. I need to get real instructions on how to find the bus in Chinatown to get me there, though. "Get off train, go down street and find bus!" isn't really gonna cut it at 6 in the morning on Saturday. The last thing I want to do is wander aimlessly around Canal street at any time of the day.
Tomorrow morning I have to get up incredibly early so I can make it all the way over to the bank, than find some kind of electronics store to get new earphones for the iPod since I really fucked mine up somehow, than run over to the box office and get tickets for MERRILY WE ROLL ALONG for tomorrow night and do this all before I have to be at work.
I got a phone call from a woman about an hour ago telling me that she got my number from her mother and was calling to find out where her child support payments were. I assured her she had the wrong number, and she didn't like the fact I was "fucking with her family" like I was. I informed her that I am, in fact, a homosexual and have never had the opportunity to lie down with a woman (mainly because the bible says it's a sin for a man to lay with a woman as he does a man) and after a moment or two (I noramlly would have just hung up but this was too good and I was having too much fun) she believed me and apologized. I hope she calls back again. Amanda, if you're reading this...call me. I miss you.
And tell your Mom I said hi.
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| | Posted 7/21/2005 11:13 PM - 1 comments
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