7 to 10 minutes my ass, CapMetro.
Naptime? The biggest ongoing debate of my post-Thanksgiving Friday.
Hackers is such an unbelievably dorky movie. :-)
This is quite possibly the worst movie I’ve ever had the misfortune to sit through, even not paying attention.
God damn it. I better not have just broken a toe.
Why does this entire floor of the tower smell like bacon?
Crap. I left my lunch at home. :-/
Sprouts’ “hot” salsa is not hot. Not bad, just not hot. Fucking weak Arizonans.
Huh. I watched the Pilot of Glee, finally. Verdict: gayest show ever, but has lots of promise.