yeah. weird weird weird day. the quick version:
1) got up, brushed teeth, puked for the first time since i can remember (or a couple of years at least). three times.
2) while chilling with the girl from two lives ago whom i thought had a thing for me, but doesn't seem to anymore, in the low rent housing area of a 25, 000 person "city," gunfire erupts in the street, within the 50 or so feet between me and my car. much yelling and running and shooting and cops everywhere.
3) men with mustaches and dark clothes walking the streets of my town, after midnight, while it's foggy and i drive 75 in a 40.
today has been most fuct indeed.
i felt special cuz i told the cop it sounded like a .22 rather than a real gun and he had to stop for a second. so i explained my friend has a .357 and THAT is how a gun should sound. candice says she's never heard a gun except on tv.
so here i am. just listened to deatch cab, now it's sunny day real estate because i'm in a mood. i dunno what mood, i;m just in it.
the onion rings and fish sticks and steak fries are keeping it from being a bad mood and the tartar sauce made with the tony packo's pickles (the sweet and hot ones) is ensuring that it stays that way.
for those not in the know, tony packo's are from toledo, ohio and wer ementioned oft by max klinger on the m*a*s*h tv show.
and rightfully so, i might add. sweet pickles with banana peppers are yum!
ok, i'm done. does anyone know what happened to the site yesterday? besides timmy going to the store?
1) got up, brushed teeth, puked for the first time since i can remember (or a couple of years at least). three times.
2) while chilling with the girl from two lives ago whom i thought had a thing for me, but doesn't seem to anymore, in the low rent housing area of a 25, 000 person "city," gunfire erupts in the street, within the 50 or so feet between me and my car. much yelling and running and shooting and cops everywhere.
3) men with mustaches and dark clothes walking the streets of my town, after midnight, while it's foggy and i drive 75 in a 40.
today has been most fuct indeed.
i felt special cuz i told the cop it sounded like a .22 rather than a real gun and he had to stop for a second. so i explained my friend has a .357 and THAT is how a gun should sound. candice says she's never heard a gun except on tv.
so here i am. just listened to deatch cab, now it's sunny day real estate because i'm in a mood. i dunno what mood, i;m just in it.
the onion rings and fish sticks and steak fries are keeping it from being a bad mood and the tartar sauce made with the tony packo's pickles (the sweet and hot ones) is ensuring that it stays that way.
for those not in the know, tony packo's are from toledo, ohio and wer ementioned oft by max klinger on the m*a*s*h tv show.
and rightfully so, i might add. sweet pickles with banana peppers are yum!
ok, i'm done. does anyone know what happened to the site yesterday? besides timmy going to the store?
stitchy:
oh wow. drama in IA!! 