I hate it when people say "we used to date," and then you ask the other person and they're like "yeah, for a month." Why is it so hard to say "we dated for a month"?
You know, I honestly didn't start liking Michael Jackson till Black or White came out. Honestly all these girls in my second grade class were totally squealy over him, and I didn't get it at all. I only liked Whitesnake and Def Leppard, I guess.
It was a little freaky leaving the Theater last night; everyone was driving Jags and Lexus and BMWs and such. One of many reasons to be rich, you can support the arts. Cos damn the arts are kinda expensive. Any time I walk around in the galleries in Pioneer Square I see shit I like, but I think I'll pay off my student loans first.
Over the Moon was utterly charming and witty and delightful, just like everything Wodehouse touched. The hopeless romantic, the wanna-be cowboy, the shrewish wife, the clueless copper, the "reformed" criminals, and the utterly logical modern man who drops it all for love. Fairly typical, I guess. But, delightful.
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