want to go out tonight.
no one seems to want to.
these people in maryland and the snow. it just freaks them out to the point where they don't want to do anything at all. it is very annoying.
they are only calling for 3-7 inches right now. that is nothing people! when you start getting around a foot is when you can't drive that well. freaks....total freaks. even the room mate don't wan't to see a band. bastard!
short work week and pleased overall how things turned out.
i miss living near a local bar with a good jukebox. one that you can walk too.
guess i will be staying in and doing NOTHING! maybe i will watch serial mom and get a pizza.
gee how great and exciting my life is.
pizza, movie and a little inhale/exhale. yeah that sounds good. not to mention being a disc jockey.
that is all:
I was hangin' by the phone,
tired of sleepin' alone
Baby tell me where did I go wrong?
When minutes seem like hours and
Days seem like weeks, how could
A year last so fucking long?
edited to add:
since i just watched Serial Mom abnd laughed my ass off...here is my favorite part of the movie:
Dottie Hinkle: Hello?
Beverly Sutphin: Is this the Cocksucker residence?
Dottie Hinkle: God damn you! Stop calling here!
Beverly Sutphin: Is this 4215 Pussy Way?
Dottie Hinkle: You bitch!
Beverly Sutphin: Now let me check the zip code. Two-one-two-fuck-you?
Dottie Hinkle: The police are tracing this call this very minute.
Beverly Sutphin: Well, Dottie Hinkle, then why aren't they here, huh, fuckface?
Dottie Hinkle: FUCK YOU!
[hangs up]
Beverly Sutphin: Bwaahahahaha!
[immediately calls her back]
Dottie Hinkle: DIDN'T I JUST SAY FUCK YOU?
Beverly Sutphin: [in a different voice] I beg your pardon?
Dottie Hinkle: Who is this?
Beverly Sutphin: Mrs. Wilson from the telephone company. We understand you're having some trouble with an obscene phone caller?
Dottie Hinkle: Oh Mrs. Wilson, I'm so sorry. These calls are driving me crazy! I'm a divorced woman, please help me.
Beverly Sutphin: Well what exactly does this sick individual say to you?
Dottie Hinkle: I can't say the words out loud, I don't use bad language.
Beverly Sutphin: Oh yes I know it's difficult but we need to know the exact words.
Dottie Hinkle: I'll try. COCKSUCKER, that's what she calls me.
Beverly Sutphin: [reverting to the original voice] LISTEN TO YOUR FILTHY MOUTH, YA FUCKIN WHORE!
Dottie Hinkle: GODDAMN YOU!
Beverly Sutphin: MOTHERFUCKER!
Dottie Hinkle: COCKSUCKER!
no one seems to want to.
these people in maryland and the snow. it just freaks them out to the point where they don't want to do anything at all. it is very annoying.
they are only calling for 3-7 inches right now. that is nothing people! when you start getting around a foot is when you can't drive that well. freaks....total freaks. even the room mate don't wan't to see a band. bastard!
short work week and pleased overall how things turned out.
i miss living near a local bar with a good jukebox. one that you can walk too.
guess i will be staying in and doing NOTHING! maybe i will watch serial mom and get a pizza.
gee how great and exciting my life is.
pizza, movie and a little inhale/exhale. yeah that sounds good. not to mention being a disc jockey.
that is all:
I was hangin' by the phone,
tired of sleepin' alone
Baby tell me where did I go wrong?
When minutes seem like hours and
Days seem like weeks, how could
A year last so fucking long?
edited to add:
since i just watched Serial Mom abnd laughed my ass off...here is my favorite part of the movie:
Dottie Hinkle: Hello?
Beverly Sutphin: Is this the Cocksucker residence?
Dottie Hinkle: God damn you! Stop calling here!
Beverly Sutphin: Is this 4215 Pussy Way?
Dottie Hinkle: You bitch!
Beverly Sutphin: Now let me check the zip code. Two-one-two-fuck-you?
Dottie Hinkle: The police are tracing this call this very minute.
Beverly Sutphin: Well, Dottie Hinkle, then why aren't they here, huh, fuckface?
Dottie Hinkle: FUCK YOU!
[hangs up]
Beverly Sutphin: Bwaahahahaha!
[immediately calls her back]
Dottie Hinkle: DIDN'T I JUST SAY FUCK YOU?
Beverly Sutphin: [in a different voice] I beg your pardon?
Dottie Hinkle: Who is this?
Beverly Sutphin: Mrs. Wilson from the telephone company. We understand you're having some trouble with an obscene phone caller?
Dottie Hinkle: Oh Mrs. Wilson, I'm so sorry. These calls are driving me crazy! I'm a divorced woman, please help me.
Beverly Sutphin: Well what exactly does this sick individual say to you?
Dottie Hinkle: I can't say the words out loud, I don't use bad language.
Beverly Sutphin: Oh yes I know it's difficult but we need to know the exact words.
Dottie Hinkle: I'll try. COCKSUCKER, that's what she calls me.
Beverly Sutphin: [reverting to the original voice] LISTEN TO YOUR FILTHY MOUTH, YA FUCKIN WHORE!
Dottie Hinkle: GODDAMN YOU!
Beverly Sutphin: MOTHERFUCKER!
Dottie Hinkle: COCKSUCKER!
relevantswitch:
I don't think I have that movie on my netflix but it sounds funny as hell. . . I just got back from Philly and everyone out there was going nuts about the pending snow like it was going to bury the city. . . Did MD get any?