My dad came to visit this weekend, since he was stuck in Wisconsin for the weekend and had nothing else to do. He came down Friday afternoon and we hung out for awhile, I made him drag me around erranding, going to Woodman's, etc. Then he was wondering what he'd do that night. I convinced him that my friends wouldn't be that weirded out if he ( Read more... )

It's

Fucking

April.

Come on.

I had a dream while I was napping. While I nap, I put on a shuffled "sleeping mix", chock full of Elliott Smith and Velvet Underground self titleds, akron/family, grateful dead, and uber chill aphex twin shit ( Read more... )

So I've created an alternate name on a messageboard called The Swedish Chef, where all of my posts are going to be made using the Bork Firefox translator. In order to do that, though, I need to post the messages somewhere in plain text before translating them ( Read more... )

I can't believe I never thought of that clever title before right now ( Read more... )

Well, it's been awhile. Why not ( Read more... )

First off, clueless people in airports piss me off. I mean, come on. Get outta my way ( Read more... )

Below is my paper as told by The Swedish Chef. I love the internet.

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Then this year all these kohler kids decided to migrate over [to Plantz] and it makes me feel like i'm the spawn of satan. plantz has always been a refuge for dysfunctional people who drink too much and smoke out back, not a place to be quiet in. it's a step up from trever but still chaotic enough to get away with most things. people like paul ( Read more... )

I think I'm kind of fucked. Whole lotta shit's gotta get done in the next, two?, days, and I just don't think my body can take it ( Read more... )