I don't know what you'd think of the Internet or all us crazy folk who have invited ourselves to your Holy Club, but we think you're swell.
Mr. Wainwright wished for me to notify you that he will be incommunicado via LJ until such time as he gets himself out of the Internetforsaken hovel that is Macon. He further wishes to add that his cell phone is a good way to reach him, and even gets reception most of the time.
I got THE JOB. Starting 7/1 or thereabouts. Woo!
Happy birthday to this journal. 5 years. Yes, everyone go back to May of 2001 and check out my hello crazy teenage angstiness. ::snickers at self::
Ever through the changing
this is a bad dream
tonight's hysterical discussion:
Todd, Tyler and Aaron just finished hanging drapes from the windows of the tower... it looks quite classy, and the symbolism gives me little chills.