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I didn't have to do manual labor because it rained this morning, which was great, because I was fucking tired from basketball.
Three + hours of bball and my feet were killin' me, but I always have a great time and get to see the guys, which is ZEHR TOLL.
I saw this car in front of April and I, today, with a sticker that said don't mess with Texas. I figured, what could they do, PLUS, I think of George W, whenever I see/hear that, so I was slightly irked that I had to sit behind them at the light. SOLUTION: Throw a bubble gum wrapper at the car. Now, you might think that was petty, however, I thought the COP that screeched his tires, told me to get out of the car and pick it up or "get a citation for littering" was even more so. I got out, and picked it up saying "Yes, Sir, you're Absoultely ..." and left it at that. Then the cop drove off and his door flew open, which made it all worthwhile.
Fucking cops... unless they're strippers pretending to be cops.
Tomorrow I'll end up doing manual labor in the AM from about 8:30 til 2:30 or three, then work at the Boys Home. HOORAY! First day on the job. Should be less exciting than I think, but wonderful nonetheless, especially because I'll be paid. Nice.
I want somebody to trade me for a four-track, so I might put that up on te trade board, but I really wish there were more members willing to trade stuff on there.
I'm also envious of everyone who lives in Portland, CA, and NY, because I want to be able to do what they do. Fucking Souljacker got to go to the Roxy and then saw Leonard Cohen at dinner, which is way more than I can do in Lawrence. I had a friend who saw Baryshnikov here once, but I have a feeling it's way more possible in those areas.
I'm originally from Flint, Michigan, so this is a step up from ghetto, but I want to keep it up. Time for graduate-school, boy... time for graduate school.
If anyone's willing to open their homes,
Ian
I didn't have to do manual labor because it rained this morning, which was great, because I was fucking tired from basketball.
Three + hours of bball and my feet were killin' me, but I always have a great time and get to see the guys, which is ZEHR TOLL.
I saw this car in front of April and I, today, with a sticker that said don't mess with Texas. I figured, what could they do, PLUS, I think of George W, whenever I see/hear that, so I was slightly irked that I had to sit behind them at the light. SOLUTION: Throw a bubble gum wrapper at the car. Now, you might think that was petty, however, I thought the COP that screeched his tires, told me to get out of the car and pick it up or "get a citation for littering" was even more so. I got out, and picked it up saying "Yes, Sir, you're Absoultely ..." and left it at that. Then the cop drove off and his door flew open, which made it all worthwhile.
Fucking cops... unless they're strippers pretending to be cops.
Tomorrow I'll end up doing manual labor in the AM from about 8:30 til 2:30 or three, then work at the Boys Home. HOORAY! First day on the job. Should be less exciting than I think, but wonderful nonetheless, especially because I'll be paid. Nice.
I want somebody to trade me for a four-track, so I might put that up on te trade board, but I really wish there were more members willing to trade stuff on there.
I'm also envious of everyone who lives in Portland, CA, and NY, because I want to be able to do what they do. Fucking Souljacker got to go to the Roxy and then saw Leonard Cohen at dinner, which is way more than I can do in Lawrence. I had a friend who saw Baryshnikov here once, but I have a feeling it's way more possible in those areas.
I'm originally from Flint, Michigan, so this is a step up from ghetto, but I want to keep it up. Time for graduate-school, boy... time for graduate school.
If anyone's willing to open their homes,
Ian
die copper die!!
my boy wants to get 'all the cops we need are already dead' tattooed, but we figure that would put him in a bad bad place if he were ever say.... STRIP searched. eek.