I am completely unused to all forms of social interactions by now. I started my angst driven planning for tonight very early in the morning by thinking about it while shaving. I have spent a good third of my day trying to figure out how I could get to Montmartre tonight. At one point, I tried to remember when was the last time I went to Capitol Hill. I could not remember: I truly live within a mile radius of my home. I even thought for a short period of time about renting a zipcar until someone close to me kindly pointed out that driving drunk and jetlagged at night might be a little above my current abilities at this point. Finally I just made some calculations and evaluated the cab cost for 3 persons to $11.50. This is surely a happy ending but I still have to figure out what I’ll wear as well as to write down a few topics of conversation on a cheat sheet (avian flu, uterus cancer, chikungunya…and the estimate that 30-50 million Americans have genital herpes). Staying in front of my netflix is definitely an easier activity: I have both discs of the season 2 of Arrested Development waiting at home.
Another important share of my day was spent trying to figure out what the news “Greyhound owners let pets rip up rabbits for fun” meant until I understood that it had actually nothing to do with the family that owns the Greyhound bus lines. I was imagining people in a lavishing mansion laughing at their dogs ripping up rabbits in the park.
We also feel it is our duty to link to Toby’s very appropriate coverage of last week’s coverboy, Frenchbenj long overdue cruisade on Ethan and Kevin D. for his friendster profile. I am so proud of you kids, Frenchbenj’s inner bitch is definitely surfacing and Toby…well Toby is the cutest little bunny on earth. I am glad that while I'm slowly turning into the nice heterosexual boy that my mum wanted me to be, Damien can still read some fierce and toxic opinions in the blogosphere. Keep up the good work.
FHC: You forgot to count the "rip off" added to every taxi ride in DC.
Posted by: LL | Thursday, March 02, 2006 at 04:55 PM
There are _three_ discs in the Arrested Development, Season 2 set. Why didn't you just borrow them from me? I have Season 1 too!
Posted by: KMZ | Thursday, March 02, 2006 at 05:48 PM
There are _three_ discs in the Arrested Development, Season 2 set. Why didn't you just borrow them from me? I have Season 1 too!
Posted by: KMZ | Thursday, March 02, 2006 at 05:49 PM
Dear KMZ:
Didn't you get the point of the whole posting? FHC prefers the mail than intercating with people like YOU.
Posted by: MegaDCFag | Thursday, March 02, 2006 at 10:04 PM
I meant INTERACTING.
Posted by: MegaDCFag | Thursday, March 02, 2006 at 10:05 PM
my heart goes pitter patter every time you whisper (type) my name... will I ever see his eyes my love sick soul calls out in the wee morning hours as I lay in my bed and pour over every salacious word of his aristocratically noble blog? Or am I destined to stare at a grainy black line that is equally black and dark as the empty hole in my heart?
sigh... at least I still have manhunt...
Posted by: Damien | Friday, March 03, 2006 at 09:17 AM