And there it goes. Blank.
A complete Blank.
Let me scrape around in here for a minute for some leftovers…
I totally had something to say. And who knows… It just MAY have been the stuff of GENIUS. You know, like Good Stuff… The stuff that Snapple overmarketed last year… to the point where you can’t even say “That’s Good Stuff” anymore without sounding like a complete poser. But not really a poser… because who really drinks Snapple anymore? I mean really — so last year… kind of like beards and onion rings. Remember the campaign they had with the moshing juice bottles? They all had hair and squeaked around like Cousin Itt from the Adams Family, who, interestingly enough, also drove a Messerschmitt. And the reason I know that is pretty much as useless as the knowledge itself….
But do you know what else is good stuff? A 3 year old with size 10 (toddler) shoes. SIZE TEN. 10. TEN. As in, I SAID TEN — which is kinda equal to 5 inches long. My foot is a size 7.5″. Which, if we go and get all ALGORITHM about it, pretty much means that he’s going to be well over 6′ tall before I can even begin to understand why I’m surprised by any of this. At all.
And while we are keeping his feet out of it… here’s how much he cares:
I’m back over at Artistic Things today. Writing and Typoing (I just counted 4 — how many can you find?) away about art and all things, well… Art. Its been about a year since I’ve graced them with my self-proclaimed SELF, and considering the fresh Hors d’œuvres, Trapeze Artists and Anti-Galliano protesters — I have to wonder why I ever left. Go Dior! “Hello Charlie, this is John, I suck.”
You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
