i’m not sure what to think. i just hope there’s something hidden somewhere inside that i just haven’t found yet.
and that i will.
on the plus side, this is pretty ridicufun. mostly it’s the sound effects, and the concept of russruss being a heif.
“well, i always loved you.”
much thanks to whoever sent me the pistons-warriors results from yahoo news SINCE I HADN’T WATCHED THE GAME YET.
die.
right, so. i’m back. good vacation. good food, good relatives. not much to tell.
i did have a minithrowdown with the njtransit conductor on the way home. going to trenton i bought a roundtrip ticket on the train because i made it by only about a minute. so instead of […]
i heart the pistons, and i heart jon barry, and i heart the pistons.
lalala.
off to phila.
i’m finally getting around to reading the 3/11/02 sports illustrated cover story on charles barkley. now, we all know how i adore mr barkley and how i’m firmly convinced that tnt’s halftime report is the best show on tv, period, and that i am possibly the only person in the world who watches it […]
piece of advice: powerpuff girls pop tarts are really not good. there was a free pack sitting out the other day, so i took it and put it in my drawer. i was starving a little while ago but totally uninterested in actually eating for any reason other than to make my stomach […]
LOBSTER STICKS TO MAGNET!
sunburned gnarr mumbles, “okay what the fuck.”
“rioting” gnarr utters, “i saw the most fucked up thing to date here in beautiful korea tonight”
M.I.L.F gnarr gibbers, “i did not have my camera with me, but i assure you i will get a picture asap”
kimchee eating gnarr asks, “y’all know the skill crane things, […]
the new yorker needs a better archival system instead of being so secretive. haiku, always entertaining, made me laugh out loud on the subway. quite an achievement.
it’s going to rain. i brought my umbrella to work, almost left without it. i did leave, consciously, without my scarf. i’m an idiot. […]
i am fucking clawing my eyes and ears and every other orifice out because people in the alley will not SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THE OSCARS. i seriously cannot deal with hearing about how fucking cute the shrek thing was or how halle berry was sobbing or how whoa! the sidney poitier […]
