Batman Begins review. Let's just say: Only the original Nicholson/Keaton showdown can truly match wits with this classic.
Mr. & Mrs. Smith review. Brad's cool. Angelina's cool. Brad & Angelina: kewl.
You see that!? That's a kick-ass layout! That, with some necessary modifications, will be my new layout!
My hats off to Gina for allowing such a blueprint, err, inspiration...
I really tried for a freelance. But nuttin.
This new layout I'm planning might coincide with my new hopeful job: CSR supervisor. Yep, someone who's been impressed with my work at North Fork wishes me to consider jumping ship to an investment bank for more $$$.
Two years, and now you're impressed?!?!?
What timing. What impeccable timing. And on my first day back from vacation.
But what of my accounting? Well, my CPA pursuance has never left me. So I'll have my cake, and worrying about eating later.
True and sad as it is, I am truly a herb
Dig this and laugh [not too hard Jonathan & Dennis!]:
I'm at the R & W Cortlandt Street station heading to Brooklyn. A cute and petitte SSF makes her way to the Queens-bound side. I'm iPodding as usual, and have been idle for about 6 minutes. She walks, and walks, and walks towards my way, but something told me, it's too good to be true. She'll pass right by... Not only did she not pass me by (mind you, on the other side of the station), but she stands directly in front of me! So there we were, at the Cortlandt Street station, on oppposite ends, standing directly in front of each other. We gave some rather slow glances at one another, neither of us truly giving in to speaking first. Now, you'd think I would have said something, right? With the commotion going on around us, and the possibility of my train coming, it would be pointless to start a conversation on the other side of the friggin platform!! Nonetheless, the possibility stood there with us. And just when I thought, to hell, be brave...
My train comes.
I get inside, and being that it's Saturday, and therefore packed, I just stood near the train doors on the other side of entry; in other words, I was now on the side closest to the SSF. All I could see as the train doors shut behind me was her face, looking at what appeared to be the train, leaving the station. I get to BK realizing it wasn't the train she was looking at:
She was looking at me.
Yes katz, I'm no longer shy. But I'm still a friggin herb.
And all I can say is, even though you had to be there to see it, I thank God you weren't there.
I thank God indeed...
**laugh now**
