Nothing new under the sun, but look what The Shizzolator made of my last blog entry:
Harry Potter 'n I had a summer fling 'bout three years ago, back when tha dude wuz just that cute kid wit da glasses, a bit afraid of girls, a whiz on a broomstick n' shit. I wuz feeling pretty young at da time, a bit vulnerable, 'n found tha dude's British accent 'n whiz-bang adventures be utterly irresistable -- izzle relationship wasn't anything earth-shattering or life-changing, but that shiznit wuz sweet 'n simple 'n exactly what I wuz looking fo' at da time."
Tha dude seemed a lot mo' innocent back then n' shit.
I never really ended things wit Harry, but things are certainly strained between us, especially since Harry started spending a lot mo' time wit Chris Columbus (who, if yo' ass ax me, wuz never a gravy influence on tha dude's ass) n' shit. But that shiznit's summer again, 'n I decided 'bout a month ago: Hey, why not give Harry another shot? n' shit.
But it's my reading list that's priceless:
Amy B. Trubek: Haute Cuisine: How da French Invented da Culinary Profession Alan Moore: League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (Vol n' shit. 1)