The foolery floating past me & the bumblings of my brain


Stand-up comedy junkie, geek, and closet romantic. Introspectively sexy. Flyyer than your girlfriend, fresher than your crew. 'Bougie', 'siddity', and generally okay with that. But sometimes, I just wanna do hoodrat stuff with my friends. My richness consists not in the extent of my possessions, but in the fewness of my wants. And all I want is simplicity and success. And maybe some more shoes.
katchin05 - February 6, 2011 10:32 AM - Chat
Hello? Mr. President. Boogie on Line 2.
  • Driving in DC after dinner with Dionne Monsanto, I point out the White House in the distance.
  • Boogie: Do you think he's home?
  • Me: Probably.
  • Boogie: call him.
  • Me: I don't have his number.
  • Boogie: YOU.DON"T. HAVE. HIS. NUMBER?!
  • Me: Uh... no...
  • Boogie: I bet he has ice cream but you don't have his number so I can't have any. (He then stops speaking to me for the rest of the ride home.)