My phone’s checkin’ itself out in the mirror. Tryin’ to put a little makeup on to cover up the wear and tear. Oh when will Apple release a new iPhone?!?
Hey folks! It’s official! We have a DJ. Once we singed (intentionally corny typo) on the dotted line, he gave us a lot of song-related homework to do. Apparently, every second must be accompanied by a sentimental and significant song. And I shudder at the songs I most connect to us. They will not be appropriate.
All is silent in the office tonight. Any moment now there’ll be some tumbleweed and maybe a lone cowboy will round the corner, hand on the butt of his six-shooter, or an alien with a head shaped like a squash asking if I know where to find 8 million rolls of toilet paper … or maybe just the cleaning staff.