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Friday, December 31, 2004  

Old Lang Sign

The new year neigh approcheth, and the time, I think, has come to say goodbye. The blog thing isn't really doing it for me anymore. So, out with the old, in with the new. Happy New Year, all.

| posted by christopher | 5:05 PM

Tuesday, December 14, 2004  

How hard is it?

So, here's how it goes: when you are invited to a party, and an R.S.V.P. is requested so that the hosts may plan how much to shell out for cheese and booze, you should R.S.V. fucking P. Seriously, how hard is it to hit the Reply button of your favorite email program and say "I can't make it, thanks," anyway?

And then, if you are one of the (I'm gathering from recent experience) 08% of the population who will bother taking 9 seconds out of their day to respond to an invitation, STICK TO YOUR FREAKING GUNS. Otherwise, the superfluous cheese that was bought for your sorry ass will probably be thrown away some cold, February afternoon hence when the funny smell is pinpointed to that paper bag in the back of the fridge.

| posted by christopher | 1:25 AM

Wednesday, December 01, 2004  

Where have I been?

Around. Doing things. With people. Writing music, waiting tables, auditioning. Around.

| posted by christopher | 5:01 PM
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