If it's Monday night and you've come here to read my thoughts about tonight's episode of Fresh Meat (hey, it could happen!) (Fresh Meat is a very popular show) (cough cough Marie and Annie cough cough) I'm going to have to disappoint you tonight. I haven't watched the episode yet. I've been dealing with a car debacle (it's not really a debacle, it's more along the lines of Erik-did-something-really-stupid) (which, okay, I guess that's, like, the definition of "debacle") (but it's not bad, per se) (that's what I'm trying to say) (you don't have to worry about me or anything) (I'm fine) (the car's fine) (everyone's fine) (just, you know, muggy debacle) (oh, and if you didn't read the art gallery comment thread, you don't know that I'm trying to use the word "muggy" as an adjective that means "awesome" or "rad" or "great" or "big") (like the Boston kids and their "wicked" and the NorCal kids and their "hella/hecka") and I'll blog about my muggy car debacle later.
Oh, and the Fresh Meat blog, that'll come later too.