Ladies, Gentlemen, Friends, Loves, Former Collegues, Enemies and Kevin...
I offically have my own apartment. Of course, do I live there? No. I'm just cool enough to live that wandering vagrant life of a Jack of All Trades that all men yurn to tatse in their youth... yet so few are privledged enough to sample. It is because of my fortune that I want to apologize that my last two posts so closely resembled a Dashboard Confessional song...
...it won't happen again...
If you didn't read them don't try to find them, I sent both back into the Emo abyss from whence they crawled with baggy jeans and poisoned talons of literary spite.
The good news (and there is much of it) is that I will be writing quite soon. I will meet the deadline and it will be quite charming and comical, as always. (Please hire me)
One last note... Who ever has been cutting the flowers in my garden and leaving them on my doorstep, stop. I mean really, buy some friggin flowers...
