Okay, I'm taking a break from studying to celebrate FREE COMIC BOOK DAYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm going to go to A & M Comics, where the nice people give regulars such as my spazzy self 15% discounts. BECAUSE THEY ROCK.
Okay, time for FREE COMIC BOOKS. YAY.
I think I will actually abuse this privilege and also go to Outland Station, although I fucking hate that comic book store. Maybe I'll go to Rex Art, too. I haven't been there in forever, but A & M Comics still rocks so, so much more. Plus, I can check out Miami Twice. They have neat stuff there, but they're too expensive. They have, like, $500 Bettie Page original daguerrotypes. I want those. Ooh, ooh! And I can check out that antique store. The one where the Mae West woodcut art is hanging at the entrance? Maybe I can convince the owner to sell it to me, even though he's said it isn't for sale every time I whine at him. I can also look at the antique store with the kitty cat who sleeps in the window.
Shit. I should not spend too much time doing this. I have eighteen fucking chapters on my abnormal test. I fucking hate cumulative exams. I understand cumulative exams for math and some natural science courses, but give me a break. I hate you, Zwiebalman.
Yeah. Okay. I'm out the door for my free comic books, but first, the Epitaph of the Day (or so). This one is for Mary Fowler, 1792, age 24, Milford, Connecticut:
Molly tho' pleasant in her day
Was suddenly seized and went away
How soon she's ripe, how soon she's rotten
Laid in her grave and soon forgotten.
Wow. That was sad. Just remember that today you can get A FREE COMIC BOOK and SMILE.
Postscript: I promise I'll resume reading and commenting in journals after finals are over. It's just that if I even simply reply to comments, I'll get wrapped up in it and spend and hour or two reading journals, and I can't do that. But I can spend an hour or two GETTING FREE STUFF.
Heh. Yay!
I'm going to go to A & M Comics, where the nice people give regulars such as my spazzy self 15% discounts. BECAUSE THEY ROCK.
Okay, time for FREE COMIC BOOKS. YAY.
I think I will actually abuse this privilege and also go to Outland Station, although I fucking hate that comic book store. Maybe I'll go to Rex Art, too. I haven't been there in forever, but A & M Comics still rocks so, so much more. Plus, I can check out Miami Twice. They have neat stuff there, but they're too expensive. They have, like, $500 Bettie Page original daguerrotypes. I want those. Ooh, ooh! And I can check out that antique store. The one where the Mae West woodcut art is hanging at the entrance? Maybe I can convince the owner to sell it to me, even though he's said it isn't for sale every time I whine at him. I can also look at the antique store with the kitty cat who sleeps in the window.
Shit. I should not spend too much time doing this. I have eighteen fucking chapters on my abnormal test. I fucking hate cumulative exams. I understand cumulative exams for math and some natural science courses, but give me a break. I hate you, Zwiebalman.
Yeah. Okay. I'm out the door for my free comic books, but first, the Epitaph of the Day (or so). This one is for Mary Fowler, 1792, age 24, Milford, Connecticut:
Molly tho' pleasant in her day
Was suddenly seized and went away
How soon she's ripe, how soon she's rotten
Laid in her grave and soon forgotten.
Wow. That was sad. Just remember that today you can get A FREE COMIC BOOK and SMILE.
Postscript: I promise I'll resume reading and commenting in journals after finals are over. It's just that if I even simply reply to comments, I'll get wrapped up in it and spend and hour or two reading journals, and I can't do that. But I can spend an hour or two GETTING FREE STUFF.
Heh. Yay!
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ps there's naked pictures of me... seeing as you requested them! heh.
The Kazakstan thing actually comes from before the days of Ali G. When I was 9, my parents had a dinner party. My brothers and I, as usual, did all of the serving and doing the dishes and stuff for forty-odd officials (my dad was in the army).
My mom had made this wonderful looking dessert and I wanted some. I begged my brothers to let me have some, and they told me that I could so long as I wrote a thousand word essay on Kazakstan. So upstairs I went, pulled out all our atlases, encyclopaedias, and whatever other reference materials I could find, sat down at the computer, and wrote an essay. I brought it downstairs only to find that the guests had polished off the dessert
That being said, I love the Borat bits on the Ali G Show, even more so because he's from Kazakstan
[Edited on May 06, 2003]