with rock band. if i owned this, i would never leave the apartment.

i think i'm kidding... but i'm not sure.

thanks, serena and ty!

[squeeeee!!]

i'm a dumbass.

the silver lining to my running out of gas just downwind of my apartment is that i met some neighbors i've shared friendly car waves with for the past, oh, six years or so. thanks, dave and pam!

and what lesson have we learned today, boys and girls?

always fill a low gas tank sooner rather than later.

especially when it's twenty degrees out.

brrrrrrr. 

"Everyone I’ve ever talked to who is pro-text has made the argument that sometimes you just don’t feel like having a conversation with the person you want to convey information to.  Now that I know that about you, how do you think I’m going to feel the next time I get a text from you instead of a call?"

[via slog]

his post pretty much sums up my thoughts on the subject.

i don't have a text plan, either, so don't text me without good reason [i.e. you are at the library, or a concert, you are DYING AND CANNOT SPEAK, etc.].

are you aware that voice calls come free with most cell phone plans? JUST EFFING CALL ME. CRIMENY.

oh, and uh... happy new year's eve.
i promise i won't text you at midnight.