"your very first kiss
was your first kiss goodbye."
Super-Mega-Wicked-Rad-Update Time, kids. AREN'T YOU EXCITED? I am.
So, I'm on a road-tripping-in-Georgia kick. (an uber-bonkers hyphen kick, too. GO TEAM HYPHENS) I decided to head up to Atlanta this weekend to visit some old friends, and took a state road that I'd never used before, just for the sake of excitement and adventure. I got to drive through towns with fun names like Zebulon, and past lakes like Lake Monkey Business (hand to God). The scenery was vastly superior to the boring old interstate, and smack in the middle of cattle country, I drove through the Doom That Came to Sarnath. The clouds looked like jagged teeth. Thunderheads rolling in only 200 feet or so off the ground. It was intense. Visibility = 0.
Mother Nature for Teh Win.
But here, I have pictures for you.
Bob brought Ciclon with him from Gainesville. Spiced rum, blended with Tequila and lime. Not entirely horrifying, but pretty cheap, overall. One shot was enough for me. (also, those aren't kibbles, they're pretzels.)
The owner of the deli named Bob's breakfast after him and stuck it up on the wall along with the picture we took of the two of them. He ordered Hallah French Toast stuffed with jalapeno cream cheese, smothered in syrup. AND IT WASN'T BAD.
It's a cozy kind of squalor.
I don't know what this face is all about. It tries to be a tough face, but I think it chickens out at the last minute.
Tickets for the futon were sold out. It was a smashing show.
I stole the shades from Mike and wore them all evening. I don't remember why.
SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME. (also, I totally fell asleep wearing the sunglasses.)
BOOGEDY BOOGEDY! (I'll scare your dad!)
So, that's the long and... long... of it. There was some fairly hideous drama involved, but those pictures represent Stephen's Preferred Memories.
Meanwhile, I should stop fucking about and start working on my term paper. SUMMER CLASSES ARE AWESOME. I need another soda.
cheers.
was your first kiss goodbye."
Super-Mega-Wicked-Rad-Update Time, kids. AREN'T YOU EXCITED? I am.
So, I'm on a road-tripping-in-Georgia kick. (an uber-bonkers hyphen kick, too. GO TEAM HYPHENS) I decided to head up to Atlanta this weekend to visit some old friends, and took a state road that I'd never used before, just for the sake of excitement and adventure. I got to drive through towns with fun names like Zebulon, and past lakes like Lake Monkey Business (hand to God). The scenery was vastly superior to the boring old interstate, and smack in the middle of cattle country, I drove through the Doom That Came to Sarnath. The clouds looked like jagged teeth. Thunderheads rolling in only 200 feet or so off the ground. It was intense. Visibility = 0.
Mother Nature for Teh Win.
But here, I have pictures for you.
Bob brought Ciclon with him from Gainesville. Spiced rum, blended with Tequila and lime. Not entirely horrifying, but pretty cheap, overall. One shot was enough for me. (also, those aren't kibbles, they're pretzels.)
The owner of the deli named Bob's breakfast after him and stuck it up on the wall along with the picture we took of the two of them. He ordered Hallah French Toast stuffed with jalapeno cream cheese, smothered in syrup. AND IT WASN'T BAD.
It's a cozy kind of squalor.
I don't know what this face is all about. It tries to be a tough face, but I think it chickens out at the last minute.
Tickets for the futon were sold out. It was a smashing show.
I stole the shades from Mike and wore them all evening. I don't remember why.
SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME. (also, I totally fell asleep wearing the sunglasses.)
BOOGEDY BOOGEDY! (I'll scare your dad!)
So, that's the long and... long... of it. There was some fairly hideous drama involved, but those pictures represent Stephen's Preferred Memories.
Meanwhile, I should stop fucking about and start working on my term paper. SUMMER CLASSES ARE AWESOME. I need another soda.
cheers.
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and, I dunno, this totally made my day, even though it's about 9:12 in the a.m. and much is left to be happenatin'.
shrug.