Sent an email to myself this week subject line: joketards.

Got approached by a man on the street this week. He said, "Wow! Do you want to have coffee sometime?" and I said, "Sure." He had no business card but check it, he did have a MySpace profile. And I told some girls, "I totally got approached on the street by this guy who was really cute and seemed really great!"

And then oh. How the mighty have fallen.

A line from his profile: "I am seething with need, rage, venom, envy, lullabies, the lust of many men, longing so vivid it might be nostalgia for something that doesn't exist."

Sic.

I am a tool magnet. I am a joketard.