Things...
Kevin is a fool to stick with that idiot Chad. Scotty is the one for him. But Scotty said it best when he said "You're not reserved. You're just tragically tangled up in your own homophobia." Which is why Kevin insists on being with Chad. Like a lot of gay men, self-loathing Kevin hungers for difficulty to justify his self-flagellation.
It's very difficult to be utterly excited when you see a broadway play that you find amazing, where certain cast members blow the roof off the house, when you cry so hard because you laugh so hard, because even though you want to recommend it to everyone you know and don't know, you can't because you saw it's closing performance. If they extend it, I recommend "Little Dog Laughed". Highly. Johnny Galecki is quite yummy.
Helping one's sister set up her new apartment can be tiring. It can even get you sicker than the day before. I don't even know how she was able to accomplish all this by herself. And from one coast to the other. And she starts work in two days. My sinuses hurt just thinking about it.
Lost is not so. Heroes is still my.
What's up with the low-rise, skinny-legged, no-hip pants on the market? What about us birthing-hipped men with thick thighs? When did guys become anorexic? I'll ask Johnny if I run into him somewhere.
And, here's the biggest news of all: I accepted a new job. Definitely bigger. Better is yet to be determined. Exciting, for sure. New territory will be forged. I haven't been this excited about anything in a while. I can't wait to start.
Later.