In which FHC did not sleep enough last night

When 6:53 p.m. comes around and you haven’t even started to blog or think about blogging because your day sucked badly, your options are usually limited. You can either :

i)                    write something horrible yet witty about some minor DC gay celebrity who happens to looks like Boy George and that you saw at Cobalt on Saturday (but you’ll eventually have to deal with the sordid repercussions and it’s not like you can afford many other enemies in town). I’ll tell you over dinner though.;

ii)                   tell the bitter story of how Mark H. (who gets a little violent when he is drunk which is every time I saw him) sliced you leg on New Year’s eve and since then you have been hopping on the street (on a more positive note, this very good looking kid, Nick L. stood up for us so it’s all good);

iii)                 not blog at all (but then your ex assumes that you committed suicide and you get pity collect calls from Cozumel);

iv)                 make a list of the people you slept with in the last few weeks and then grade them (but you run into the same consequences than i); or

v)                  make a little review of what’s going on in the blogosphere.

So just a few days after both Fagat and I decided that it was time to eliminate vividblurry from our blogroll, he came back. He apparently obsessively blogs about Broadway tunes and is 26 ponds heavier. The jackal was betrayed which is both sad and entertaining. Also he got new furniture so I feel it must compensate on some level. Kia is all good in her PJs. Also I noticed that Ben’s ex too is commenting on Ben’s entries, so you see LL it’s all safe and healthy. Which also makes me think, that it’s amazing how people in the blogosphere are really single these days.

Comments

[Sushi]

I would have chosen roman numeral four, and would more fear the memories of bad sex than the consequences from roman numberal one.

[kevin d.]

i finally come back to you and all you offer me is so much drivel?