I'd point that shit straight at the sky and shoot heaven on down for you, duh. Yesterday I bought Sublime's 40 oz. to Freedom for the second time in my life. I hope it's my last cd purchase ever.

Rest of my life not so interesting. Lots of driving. Lots of fuss about next year's living situation. Lots of listening to Sublime and not smoking pot. ( Read more... )

My funny mom sent me the following as a reply to an email I sent her this morning ( Read more... )

Intermedia open house! We saw Anne Frank's attic and root cellar ( Read more... )

Damn it all, this last week I've had a quite a few sleeps where I dream all night that I'm working at Tait's. Like, really vivid, involved, extended dreams. I usually realize partway through, "what the fuck? Why am I working at Tait's overnight, after I just finished a shift?" but that never turns it into a lucid dream situation, I just keep at it ( Read more... )

BRING YOUR OWN 'ZZA.

I'm not even going to try to explain about Puffy Taco tonight. Dang, guys. Just dangAfterwards, we all (me, Ryan Garbes, good ol' Barn-dog Vossberg, their friend Chris, and Ryan's bass drum) crammed into Ryan's car to attend "afties" at Greg Eggebeen's. Ryan was excited to show me his bone folder, which is not a folio-type ( Read more... )

Today we're living on the cheap! Cosmetically flawed broccoli and a block of hickory-flavored (huh? weird) tofu, a sample from the supplier, both free from work. Stir-fry! Also, free day-old pastries in the breakroom. Also, free fucking dance party and Puffy Taco at the Yacht Club. Half a bottle of kombucha at twenny percent employee discount and a ( Read more... )

1) emergency dog-sitting this morning, later this afternoon
2) playin' soccer in a dress at five, duh, of course in a dress, I don't have to wear pants, I'm not at work, duh ( Read more... )

DUDEZ, I just made two six-egg omelettes. They both turned out delightful ( Read more... )

What I want to know is: if our neighbors (all three sets of 'em) really appreciate Outside as much as they'd have you believe, how could they be so eager to pollute it with themselves? Don't they understand that they're ruining it for everyone, except the neighbor with the boombox louder than their'n ( Read more... )

Here is an exhaustive play-by-play of the events of, leading up to, and in the aftermath of last night's tornadoes. It is divided into chapters, not that this will make it any more interesting or digestable for you readers. It begins with changing into a sweet little black dress in anticipation of social events.

( on the topic of George's )