From EW (#683-11/22/02): "Better watch who you call a boy. Justin Timberlake's solo debut bowed with man-sized sales of 439,000, justifying the love of fans certain teh Orlando boom wasn't over. Maybe Justin can make his own Eminem-style movie recalling the streets of his youth: Epcot Resorts Blvd., anyone?"
P finally left at 2:30am and I had to be up this morning at 6:30am to head to Philadelphia. This is after only 4 1/2 hours of sleep the night before. I caught an 8am train go Philly and had 7 hours of sorority madness. Sometimes I really need someone to remind me why I volunteer. It is very difficult to put on my game face when I'm this exhausted. And the nonsense. Did I whine that much when I was in college?
chasezsshorty- I know you feel me on this one.
So now I'm back in NYC, it's 8:20pm on a Saturday night, and I'm too damn tired to do anything worthwhile. (But P called a few minutes ago. Wants to see me tomorrow if his schedule permits. Hmmmm.)
P finally left at 2:30am and I had to be up this morning at 6:30am to head to Philadelphia. This is after only 4 1/2 hours of sleep the night before. I caught an 8am train go Philly and had 7 hours of sorority madness. Sometimes I really need someone to remind me why I volunteer. It is very difficult to put on my game face when I'm this exhausted. And the nonsense. Did I whine that much when I was in college?
So now I'm back in NYC, it's 8:20pm on a Saturday night, and I'm too damn tired to do anything worthwhile. (But P called a few minutes ago. Wants to see me tomorrow if his schedule permits. Hmmmm.)