I gots me a date

Yeah, that's right. I gots me a date. While all my homies be sittin' round the coffee table tryin' to figure out what to do on this Sunday night, I'm going to be chillin' wit a hottie. Fo' sure, yeah.

She just called and cancelled. Damn.

Thus, I am rather bored. I washed my clothes, cleaned my apartment, and had my monthly shower. The dishes are even clean (well, to tell the truth, my apartment isn't usually much of a mess).

In other news, China, of all countries, has apparently decided they have a moral obligation to provide stability in Afghanistan. They're sending a policeman. One. Not two. Not five hundred. One.

Glad to know we can count on China's support.
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I'll happily lend you my expertise, but whether or not it gets you anywhere is another story entirely.

Now if you'll excuse me. I'm going to hold my breath until March.
Buck up, son. As things currently stand, my next date is in August.

Yeah, though I walk in the shadow of the valley of bachelorhood, I will fear no singleness. . . .
I'm almost positive that the cancellation had to do with truncated words ending in apostrophes.

WOMEN! Pffft!

She must have not seen your short film debut... you were FUCKING FANTASIC!

Who is Zhang Ming?
Sounds like a future Jeopardy or Trivial Pursuit question.
Hey, that would, uh, pretty much explain everything. Why didn't I think of that? (That was a rhetorical question. I'd be afraid of the answer.)