They Were Cones!

I haven't been able to get this scene out of my head and I've been muttering, "They were cones!" to myself the last few days.




Wicked excited about my cozy Celtic's zip-up waiting for me at work.

Wicked excited about Denny's with my "husband."

Best drunken silly talk with Reyson,

"Rey, when we move can we move far, far away?"

"Sure, how about Monroe St. in Lynn?" (approx. 10 minutes from my home now)

"Are there tacos involved?"

"Oh, yeah."

"I'm in like sin."

Best opening to my new short,

I wondered how many local people watching the same local commercial for a local sex shop could point at one of the commercial's local "actors" and truthfully utter the phrase, "Hey I watched the presidential debate with that kid." My complete and utter amazement over the phenomenon was what seemed to cause the laughter from . . .

Tackling Martin Heidegger. Oh my Jesus.

David Sedaris' Naked on audiobooks has me pushing an extra 20 to 30 minutes on the Elliptical.

Which is good cause it's DennyTime!!!!!

Correction: I'm listening to Me Talk Pretty One Day." Not Naked.