I went to Trenary today to do a story about the Dozenth Outhouse Races. What a fucking fabulous time! I never thought a bunch of drunkards pushing outhouses on skis could be so much fun!
I'll post pictures later.
Other odd facts about today: An old Yooper dude hit on me at the races and asked if I'd go country line dancing with him sometime.... Read More
He has class while I am there. I might get to go. He's also applying for a job at the airport. And moving out of his parents' house. I am in shock. Truly. Happy shock.
I told him I wasn't nervous. But my liver quivers just thinking about next Friday.
I just want to drink some Guinness, watch the Wicker Man, go to a bar... Read More
I woke up to the sound of my phone going off this morning and the voice of my editor telling me I'm a fuck up, yet again.
Then Nick called and told me "The front page story is all fucked up. Fifteen thousand people weren't in the U.P. for the dog-sled race!" Yeah. They were actually.
I'm an immature pothead. I put an extra word... Read More
You know...it'd be nice if at some point we all got together for a coffee/beer/movie/ciggarette/chat or something. You could do a story on how weird we are...
Seriously though, we DO live in the same town, go to the same skool and all. I know we're a bit...uh...odd...for a married couple, but you're a strange one yourself
I watched The Notebook last night with FrozenSunshine and Kaskata. I fucking started sobbing 10 minutes into the movie and didn't stop until it was over. Saddest (and most lame) movie I've ever seen in years.
It's my own secret vice. I just wish girls would actually want to watch them with me and then DISCUSS why those movies make it that much harder for me to get a date.
Oh well. Notebook is sad AND lame. Interesting. Rare that a movie can do both.
[Edited on Feb 27, 2005 4:02PM]