Pink Freud

I'm on the wagon... for now. Nothing catastrophic I just got a little rusted out. I'm also trying to lay off the boob tube. Consequently I'm blogging my brains out.

Do you think there's already a band called "Pink Freud"?

Why is it when a girl gives you her number and says, "call me," what she really means is "don't call me."?

Why then do I always call? I hate that. You go from champ to chump so quickly. Then you become O.J. for awhile, then you're too cool, it doesn't bother you at all, and finally you get on with your life. And then you see the bitch the next day.