I think GTA4 got me a date with a super cute dude tomorrow. The topper nerd move was that he emailed me from his iphone after he left the cinco de mayo party. Our babies will be ridiculously geeky and have excellent taste in hiking shoes. Or I’ll leave him drunk and flailing in cowshit.
(Really, Brain? Winona Ryder? Glad you filed that away and yet refuse to hold on to the names of co-workers I see every day.)