So you're home on a Saturday night too, huh?
I thought maybe we were going to have to start discussing how gay you were to try and flush you out.
You gotta love this line:
John Ashcroft, he confided, would be a "very good Supreme Court pick" or a "fabulous" vice president.
Oh, I'm home, and just getting warmed up.
Warmed up for going out, or for blogging?
Blogging baby!
Don't you have a fiancee? (Not that that means anything, I know.)
Bush comes across pretty well, for all the handwringing about betrayals in the story.
I'm going out for a while. I'll be back later. (The real question is why I talk to you all as if you're my mom, but whatever.)
Yep, a fiancee I do indeed have. We're staying in tonight, she studying and me just dinking around until we watch a DVD later.
Anyway it's too f*%#ing cold (in NYC) to venture out (unless one is like, you know, single and desperate).
I'm knocking on wood something fierce right now, by the way.
Fontana Labs, don't forget your raincoat.
Rub it in Mills, I can take it.
Damn, but you really are on a roll, aren't you?