Once again I gots no time to blog. Today I have to scream over to Der Vagen Haus, or maybe it's Wagen Haus, whichever, to get my car fixed. One good thing about working ALL THE TIME is I can at least afford now to get my car fixed.
So I'm off. The car repair guy is driving me to work, which is nice, and I intend to spend the whole drive telling him how annoying the name Der Vagen Haus is to me.
While I am repairing and strengthening, making split ends more manageable, tell me this:
What makes life worth living?
I was thinking of it today, and that scene from Manhattan, one of my all-time favorite movies.
And if you don't like Woody Allen I don't wanna hear it.
The first thing I thought of was the smell of Tallulah's head.
yayeh. lu do be habng gud smellz.
Also, mashed potatoes. And any time Eric the Midget calls into Howard Stern.
But I'll think of others and get back to you.
Your thoughts?
