I hate wearing jeans. I am rarely found wearing jeans inside of my apartment. Sweat pants are where it's at. Oohhhh I know it's classy. I'm just wreaking of classy charm.
Saturday night's show was beyond amazing. Best I've seen in a long, long time. Definitely the highlight of the month so far, although Shayna has decided she's taking me to an authentic German bar [pub?] on my birthday. Can it win over mind-blowing entertainment? We shall see.
Working on my script all day. I can't write dialogue. What is this???
Hello.
Hello. How ARE you, sir?
Well jee golly, I'm just swell!***
It sounds like a freaking 50's TV sitcom.
I just want to go to sleep instead. If only. I'd spend the rest of my week just lying in bed, watching It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.
Wonderful.
***not actually dialogue I've written.
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