Sunday In New York has been stuck in my head for a week. Please help.
Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I so know this feeling. And it always turns out to be somewhere I already looked, if I've looked for more than 15 minutes.
Yeah, the list of possible locations is pretty small, given the fact that I needed them to get in last night, and haven't left since. Maybe I threw them away.
I'm pretty sure the airline took your keys, Jesse. It seems the only possible solution.
When my flights from LA got all fucked up, I was fine, annoyed, but fine until a counter person lied to me about when the next flight went out. I totally lost my shit and made a Scene. Then I had to go eat a cheeseburger because I hadn't eaten in something like 9 hours, hence the teary shouting as opposed to cold downdressing. Hate that.
Honesty in a fucked up situation that drags out goes a LOT farther than dishonesty and a quicker resolution.
Was wondering why my cats were curled tight with tails over noses. Well, gee, because it was 63 in my apartment! I had turned off the heat last week and forgot. I'm actually kinda shocked I'm not turning blue. I've got to be runnign hot or something. 63 inside normally has me in tears.
I'm pretty sure the airline took your keys, Jesse. It seems the only possible solution.
Seriously.
Jesse, try here.
Satan wants my cell phone.
It is randomly powering off. And by randomly, I mean every couple of minutes. When it reboots? The screen is backwards half of the time. All of the screens.
And if Satan wants my phone, he can have my phone. I'm going tell Verizon.
That site has been totally ruined by jokers. Makes me sad.
Does anyone know why the song Feeling Groovy is called The 59th Street Bridge Song? I mean, I know that's the actual title, but why? Makes no sense.
I think you'd have to ask Paul Simon.