hey kids, it's weekend update!
memorable (hazily) quote from last night: "man, who'd have thought it'd turn into a records and coke party?". thank nate for that one.
i watched Human Traffic today with barber* and was a little creeped out by the fact that it was basically a recap of last night, except of course that i didn't go home with the hot blonde i had my eye on - must be a british thing, who knows. she was in a bad mood and retired early on in the mayhem... teens nowadays are such pansies.
*a note about barber: he showed up at the party with twenty-six ounces of Jim Beam. over the course of the experience he learned a valuable lesson about corn whiskey, namely that it totally fucking rules.
a bunch of other shit happened, but the logic behind me not writing it all down is as follows: if you know me enough to care about what i did last night and all day today, you were probably there anyways. if you weren't there, you most likely don't care about the details and are only here for antics and showmanship.
right then, that's that, it's now nap time. an overactive imagination and a meticulously memorized blonde await... if you think about it, dreams involving actual people in your life are like puppet shows you put on for yourself.
update: holy god, tyler just bought the first two seasons of Family Guy on dvd. new favorite roommate. we've already made it to the part where Stewie decides he's going to alter the global climate in order to kill off all the broccoli on earth. to whit:
"Forecast for tomorrow: a few sprinkles of genius with a chance of doom!"
memorable (hazily) quote from last night: "man, who'd have thought it'd turn into a records and coke party?". thank nate for that one.
i watched Human Traffic today with barber* and was a little creeped out by the fact that it was basically a recap of last night, except of course that i didn't go home with the hot blonde i had my eye on - must be a british thing, who knows. she was in a bad mood and retired early on in the mayhem... teens nowadays are such pansies.
*a note about barber: he showed up at the party with twenty-six ounces of Jim Beam. over the course of the experience he learned a valuable lesson about corn whiskey, namely that it totally fucking rules.
a bunch of other shit happened, but the logic behind me not writing it all down is as follows: if you know me enough to care about what i did last night and all day today, you were probably there anyways. if you weren't there, you most likely don't care about the details and are only here for antics and showmanship.
right then, that's that, it's now nap time. an overactive imagination and a meticulously memorized blonde await... if you think about it, dreams involving actual people in your life are like puppet shows you put on for yourself.
update: holy god, tyler just bought the first two seasons of Family Guy on dvd. new favorite roommate. we've already made it to the part where Stewie decides he's going to alter the global climate in order to kill off all the broccoli on earth. to whit:
"Forecast for tomorrow: a few sprinkles of genius with a chance of doom!"
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shayna7:
i agree . . . you need to get naked.
aeon49802:
sparta! sparta!