Came across this today whilst forwarding some LOLs to a friend... I KNEW there was a LOL for this...
And that's all I've got for the moment. My weekend was a mixed bag of wonderful and major suckage.
My final assessment for year #44: I need to get laid, frequently, preferably by an intelligent, sexy, talented and fabulous man (and the same one--the whole serial dating/multiple partner gig was never my thing). I need to exit Hell's Vestibule, post haste. Idiot needs a lobotomy and to throw himself in front of the Acela, preferably somewhere it won't be noticed. I need to finish the rewrite of Broom Closet, launch the website, and sell the fucking book. I also need to edit my one-woman show and stage the bitch. And this time next year, I need to either be in the Dalhousie MFA theatre program or MLS program with the archival track.
Let's see how much of this I can accomplish.