Ha. Read how my new favorite tech geek, Joshua Allen, writes with such aplomb,"
I've been running a personal website for about six years now. You should see the ladies' faces light up when I casually drop that little nugget at a kegger or outside the dressing rooms at Old Navy. Their voices get husky, they twist their frosted curls around suggestive fingers, jot their numbers on my bare chest just in case I need someone to do some "freelance QA work," you know how it is.
(To view the remainder of his hysterical article, check out Webmonkey.)
In my relatively insignificant lifespan, I've found that funny is good. It has certainly gotten me into a host of problems, but overall has been the key to continued existence (as well as sanity). To be funny one usually requires a level of smartness. Can someone please tell me why so many men are inherently blockheaded? (and by default unfunny) Mmm?
I am still a tad miffed and poopoo'd at the old boyfriend. Yes, I have issues to work out. But really. Why should I be expected to receive him with open arms? Bleck. (Certain parties are still friends with the old chap, and can't understand why I'm so stingy with accepting apologies. I think more groveling is required;)
posted by irene @ 6/11/2002 04:33:00 AM
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