Marc

I could tell you so many things, like:
(1) How we kicked it old school yesterday and tried to sync up the same album in three different rooms. Didn't work perfectly, but it wasn't that far off. Piebald. Mmm ... Piebald. I just downloaded it last night, and I think I may be in love.
(2) How I crossed the 100,000 mark with regards to seeing Matt ass-naked. That's right. It's a milestone. And I'm beat.
(3) How I didn't drink a drop from Wednesday through Saturday last week, but somehow I've managed to go out to bars on Sunday, Tuesday, and Wednesday this weekend. I passed out on the couch last night and, true to form, woke up with a sore throat. What is it about sleeping in living rooms and getting soar throats?
(4) How, while passed out on the couch, I managed to see all of my roommates before nine this morning. What?! Why was everyone up and about so early? Christ, it was so weird.
(5) How there are construction workers, at this very moment, making cat calls to passers-by only feet away from me, outside my window on that damned new building. I'm thinking of organizing a class action sexual harrassment lawsuit -- not because they're harrassing me, but because I'm sick of hearing it. But I am hot, though. Damn hot. And sexy, too.
(6) How I'm listeing to Piebald again.
(7) How I'm writing this in a towel.
(8) How my head hurts from a hangover.
(9) And finally, how I can't seem to find my deodorant. Damn.