"john rosenberg just doesn't understand that women need to maintain a certain level of mystery."

awhile ago

we were at a restaurant in downtown Berkeley, and I ate some of JR's pickle. I admit. Guilty as charged.

He got mad and had me spit it out in his hand. Which I did, obligingly. I can respect that that was his pickle. Totes, yo.

Some moments passed. I don't remember what happened.

He told me that I could have some pickle if I asked for it. You know, without being rude, and without being deserving.

So I asked for some pickle. I've been eating pickles almost daily, and they're totally satisfying.

He gave me back my chewed up pickle and I ate it.

Was that boring?
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Come on Johnny, let's go party

had "come on Barbie, let's go party" in his head all day yesterday.

Let's go for 2 out of 2.

my nose itches

why?

because right now John Rosenberg is thinking of me!

according to an unnamed source

John Rosenberg attended a party of some sort while in LA this weekend.

today

he will fly to LA.

He may have already.

first impressions

"that shock of white hair is always a bit shocking. i'm not sure whether it's attractive or a sign of evil like cruella de ville."

theatre or theater?

John doesn't really know.

I mean, he knows.

But still sometimes he forgets.

he was always a bit of a rogue that jr

an iconoclast

today

John Rosenberg went and got his stressed boss lunch down the street.

He had a mediocre piece of buttermilk fried chicken for lunch, with a ceaser's side salad. He made one joke that made him laugh for minutes. His face turned red, he was so proud of himself.

You woulda been proud of him too. It was a pretty good joke. But it pissed me off. He's good at that.