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Of course you lacerated your nose in your sleep. A normal thing that happens, an unremarkable midweek boo-boo.
Water damage on the ceiling, building in fits and starts. Some old stuff that’s the color of weak tea, some new stuff that’s like a meringue (fluffy, singed). You look forward to its eventual rupture, to replacing the couch you don’t like anyway.
![Saw Paul Mantsoukis at the gym. Is that how you spell his name? The swarthy guy from The League, from some episodes of Parks & Rec, I think. A real comedy-scene kind of guy, makes all the comedy stops. Went for the water fountain at the same time. I took it first. I then offered him first go at the hallway beyond but he didn’t take it, just wobbled his schnozzola at me and spread his palm in our direction of travel, as though the corridor was a thing of his devising.
[Update: Paul “Jason Mantzoukas” Mantsoukis is the person]
Saw the girl from Third Rock from the Sun. No, not Joseph Gordon-Levitt, ha ha ha! Saw the big blonde one taking big blonde strides on an elliptical. What is it like, as a human, to be scaled-up and sturdy? Not fat, not stout, and not merely tall, I mean. Granted: I work alongside beanpoles whose legs are roughly the radius of my arms, but things are different for a boy, I assume. What is it like, girls, to be a big, boss, tower of chick? I tend to find myself overwhelmed in their presence, and I was overwhelmed in the presence of…Kristen Johnson? Is that her name? What an obelisk. What a merriment.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/63cd47283824ac5126c008eb3ecf8c38/tumblr_mmie4eZq6c1qzp87ao1_500.jpg)
Saw Paul Mantsoukis at the gym. Is that how you spell his name? The swarthy guy from The League, from some episodes of Parks & Rec, I think. A real comedy-scene kind of guy, makes all the comedy stops. Went for the water fountain at the same time. I took it first. I then offered him first go at the hallway beyond but he didn’t take it, just wobbled his schnozzola at me and spread his palm in our direction of travel, as though the corridor was a thing of his devising.
[Update: Paul “Jason Mantzoukas” Mantsoukis is the person]
Saw the girl from Third Rock from the Sun. No, not Joseph Gordon-Levitt, ha ha ha! Saw the big blonde one taking big blonde strides on an elliptical. What is it like, as a human, to be scaled-up and sturdy? Not fat, not stout, and not merely tall, I mean. Granted: I work alongside beanpoles whose legs are roughly the radius of my arms, but things are different for a boy, I assume. What is it like, girls, to be a big, boss, tower of chick? I tend to find myself overwhelmed in their presence, and I was overwhelmed in the presence of…Kristen Johnson? Is that her name? What an obelisk. What a merriment.
Grouchy dullards grousing, that’s what this is.
Can’t this light change already? He’s got circuses to haunt.
The toy wholesaling concern that used to occupy this space is now gone. Some Saturdays they’d go retail, stand out front and sell plastic scooters to passers-by. Anyway, if you guys are named Tony and Mike or if you just like the names Tony and Mike then you’re never going to find a better space than this one.
Been at it for thirty years, is the best in the business. Always snags the piece of cheese, always gets away from the cat.
Some mockups.
Everything makes sense now. That bassline, that vest, all of it, everything.
Guess whose bottom abscessed and exploded again. Wish him well.
I relish any opportunity to sliderbrate.
One fine day, you’re gonna want me for your girl.
