Don't fret, cronies!
Although I completely understand if you've forgotten who I am, my sitch will be changing in a mere day and a bit. After that I will be tappa tappa-ing on my keyboard about my day to day on what will seem like a half hour basis.
CONSTANT FUNGO UPDATES...TOO MANY TO COUNT.
I'm not one for excessive talk when it comes to celebrity gossip.
Sure I'm game when the conversation veers towards how Kirsten Dunst's teeth look like Chiclets, or when people are snorting over how ugly Fergie's clothes are.
But what's really got me upset...that these pros are calling it a day!
Dude - it's like I'm in another universe these days.
Weekend street cruisers are dressing like morons!
No joke, I was waiting for the light to change, and I was faced with a teen boy wearing the following outfit that made my ovaries scream (in pain):
light coloured acid wash jeans, florescent high tops, a teeny shirt akin to those available at La Senza Girl, and a jew fro the size of a Pomeranian.
Sloth updates, tales from the subway, and stories about how badly I need a new bike seat....comin' up!!!