Comments | monzi5000: i wore the exact same clothes for five days

monzi5000

i wore the exact same clothes for five days

Apr 10, 2006 23:20

I woke up today and realized that, shit, it's one month till school is out. And I'm still not sure what I'm doing this summer. Don't worry, dudes; my indecision is still leading me to Portland. I mean I clearly need money to survive (esp. spending so much time in L$A) but I'd like to continue writing a bit. It's crazy how fast this semester has ( Read more... )

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bonzi1wells April 11 2006, 10:33:03 UTC

is the title of your entry an obscure reference to lyrics that i dont get, or did you actually wear the same clothes for 5 days straight?

I hope you did. dude, get a fucking road bike for your birthday, a cheap used one, come bike with jake and I this summer and feel the wind in your hair and the firm, comforting protrusion of a leather bike seat in your ass. Nothing beats it.

raddude818 April 11 2006, 15:08:05 UTC

red vines!

kingofamerica April 11 2006, 18:41:53 UTC

ah, tuesday nights on koxy nine to midnight. best three hours ever.

molofan April 12 2006, 03:09:17 UTC

running back (running back)
running (running)
running back

I still remember vividly when I finally got that reissue and I was playing it in Pub Lab and I was like "dude Michael you be Malky and I'll be Spiral!" and you were all like "LOLZORZ no way DOOD I only do that with RAF LOL!!!!1!" broke my heart you did...

lomsak April 12 2006, 14:10:50 UTC

I'll cut a deal with the KOXY station, if your short on cash. Here's my act. Set up the stage in the middle of the quad, out front of the Tiger Cooler. I come out from backstage in a coat and tie. After a few brief words of introduction, I begin my act...dancing and singing an improvised hybrid of austrian folk ballads and mongolian throat singing to the accompanyment of the talented Arthoof backing band. Then I proceed to strip down to my naked glory and chase the Smoosh girls around a kiddie pool filled with chocolate syrup, marshmellows, and warm nuts. As a finally, Janet Weiss pops out of the bushes and busts out a monster drum solo, Matt Kron chutes from the sky in full eye-makeup, sleater-kinney t-shirt, and clove-cig...joins Franz Ferdinand and is very gay. I can do it on the cheap, if I can help me sell a couple 7"'s and hand-printed slik-screened T's.

What do you say?