Random Jottings
I do believe that I have completely lost the ability to smile regularly for pictures. Maybe in the past I was just doing the fake smile. Now I make weird faces or what I call poses. I think secretly I want to be a model.
I'm told that on Friday night I took off chasing the Stonehands all the while singing Evil by Interpol. Apparently, I then tackled him from behind with what he termed a flying body press. I don't remember this, but I do have a propensity for drunk tackling. All I know is that I found rice from my burrito in my coat pocket the next day. Not cool.
I hate smoke. It makes me sick. That is all.
Everybody knows that class can be boring as all hell, especially ones that last for an hour and forty minutes. I've finally found a good way of passing the time. I sing in my head. It's awesome. One of my favorites is Dancing With Myself by Billy Idol. It's just so easy. ...dancing with myself oh oh oh dancing with myself oh oh oh. Yes.
I just got contacts. It's amazing what life is like with clear vision. I often find myself staring just a bit to long because I'm in awe that I am able to see what I am seeing.
I drank Elephant beer last night. I want to go back to the DK.
The Hives rule. They will be your knew favorite band.
On Friday I had Chipotle for lunch and Burrito Loco for the late night drunken snack. That's a whole lot of burrito.
I get to watch the Super Bowl at a place other than work for the first time in four years.
The word regular is probably one of my favorite words. Now I found a good song that goes with it, Here Comes A Regular by The Replacements.
If you start a sentence with "I don't mean to be (fill in the blank with any of the following: rude, a bitch, or nag), but..." it automatically means that is what you are going to be. It's just stupid. It's like trying to apologize for being that way. It's a total cop out. Just be rude, bitchy, or naggy (not sure if that's a word) and be accountable for what you say. Same thing goes for the "sorry, but" and "sorry if."
Things are just regular.
Nice hairdo, jerk.
I'm told that on Friday night I took off chasing the Stonehands all the while singing Evil by Interpol. Apparently, I then tackled him from behind with what he termed a flying body press. I don't remember this, but I do have a propensity for drunk tackling. All I know is that I found rice from my burrito in my coat pocket the next day. Not cool.
I hate smoke. It makes me sick. That is all.
Everybody knows that class can be boring as all hell, especially ones that last for an hour and forty minutes. I've finally found a good way of passing the time. I sing in my head. It's awesome. One of my favorites is Dancing With Myself by Billy Idol. It's just so easy. ...dancing with myself oh oh oh dancing with myself oh oh oh. Yes.
I just got contacts. It's amazing what life is like with clear vision. I often find myself staring just a bit to long because I'm in awe that I am able to see what I am seeing.
I drank Elephant beer last night. I want to go back to the DK.
The Hives rule. They will be your knew favorite band.
On Friday I had Chipotle for lunch and Burrito Loco for the late night drunken snack. That's a whole lot of burrito.
I get to watch the Super Bowl at a place other than work for the first time in four years.
The word regular is probably one of my favorite words. Now I found a good song that goes with it, Here Comes A Regular by The Replacements.
If you start a sentence with "I don't mean to be (fill in the blank with any of the following: rude, a bitch, or nag), but..." it automatically means that is what you are going to be. It's just stupid. It's like trying to apologize for being that way. It's a total cop out. Just be rude, bitchy, or naggy (not sure if that's a word) and be accountable for what you say. Same thing goes for the "sorry, but" and "sorry if."
Things are just regular.
Nice hairdo, jerk.
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