it sucks when you don't have their phone number yet

I usually try not to be too elliptical and real-life weird in my blog, because it's not entertaining and the people I'm not trying to send a message to are merely bored or confused. But here goes:

Confidential to Sad in Syracuse: call home, lady, call home. I'm around.

Apologies for the postcard-style blogging of late. I feel like I don't have a lot to say, but some of the bits are entertaining. At least, I am amused by my celebrity hijinks. Now if I could only get the zombies to eat Kevin Federline, I'd be doing the world some good.