Wait, he’s really a boy?
Make sure to remind me of how amusing i found this to be when i’m a famously androgynous rock star, okay?
by krisis
thoughts
But, if Amy is my journalism Yoda, doesn’t that make me Ewan McGregor? I’m so confused.
Sleepy heavy eyelid day was declared; breaks taken for a shocking three meals (plus desserts) and crossword puzzles. It’s nice to hide from everything, sometimes. Especially when you come back to appreciate it.
They liked my Wilco review, and want me to flesh it out. Their email ended with “And, welcome aboard.”
Watch out, i think that means that i’m really a journalist.
When did i start liking life so much?
Thank god for modern medicine, that’s all i’m gonna say about that…