Remember when I said I was going to be on at 9:15am? I meant 9:45am. Reset your alarms.
Also, either I’m hearing some kind of crazy spat in a nearby apartment building or it’s performance art. If so, I think its title should be “Some Kind of Crazy Spat.” That’s not very performance arty though. Perhaps: Sum Kynde of Crayzee $pat. I would totally pay to not see that.
Did you change the time just so I could make it to church? You’re so thoughtful!
I knew that sob story about going to Mass every day during Lent would get to you. No, just kidding. But it’s a true story – we really did go every morning for 40 days. We were good little Christians back then.
Are they covering each other in mustard and doing the Tango? If so then yeah it might be some NYU kids,
Crazy spats and fussy, reductive, fuckadoodle twatwafflery. . . Ugh!!! Those are the worst!