sometimes waking up can be so exhausting.
whenever i meet a new date for dinner i wonder what his interests will be and if anyone told him this was a date.
My friend’s going to teach a sitcom writing class. I told her to call it “I Got 99 Problems But A Pitch Ain’t One.”
tomorrow my writing job goes on hiatus which in some circles boils down to “high ate us.”
just got asked to “like” my ex’s fan page. i get it, you want me back.
before twitter we could only surmise but now tweets make it abundantly clear when people have lost their minds.