woohoo! i got my cds from iceland. mum's "finally we are no one" in sung in it's original native language and titled, "loksins erus vio engin" and the apparat organ orchestra (5 organists and a drummer; think air to the nth degree). i love them. i think i have an evercrush on all things icelandic.
michael moore was on conan the other night and he busted the irish bastard by asking why his 8yr tenor temps didn't have insurance. and then he stood his own stoicly on crossfire and defended his locke-esque masterpiece, "dude, where's my country?". i fucking love that fat bastard.
i just sent a care package to a friend in UK and it cost me sixty bucks! i sent some halloween candy and stuff ( i hear they don't celebrate all hallowed's eve there, what the fuck?), a six pack of mini cokes, a couple of cds, and some magazines...sixty bucks. she better appreciate my investment in her care package. to take a line from "home alone", "bring me back something french!".
from the further adventures of my mom being in town for two weeks...
she wanted to pick me up and take me to the mall to get some riding boots for my jedi costume and then to micheal's to get glass for the frame of a cross-stitch of a wizard she made for me. then it's off to the neices' school and then to pizza hut. i had to just flat out tell her that i didn't want to spend out time together running around doing busy work. i just wanted to sit and talk to my mother. she concured but insisted that i would love the boots and that i just make due with what ever comes my way. and i say, "what's wrong with that?". again, eh, parents.
in closing, i'd like to give a mojo shout out to nicci for being the best buddy a buddy could ask for. and i hope that i can build the courage to ride one of those rickety-ass rides at the fair this year!
PS: my cat is going into heat, i think. any suggestions?
michael moore was on conan the other night and he busted the irish bastard by asking why his 8yr tenor temps didn't have insurance. and then he stood his own stoicly on crossfire and defended his locke-esque masterpiece, "dude, where's my country?". i fucking love that fat bastard.
i just sent a care package to a friend in UK and it cost me sixty bucks! i sent some halloween candy and stuff ( i hear they don't celebrate all hallowed's eve there, what the fuck?), a six pack of mini cokes, a couple of cds, and some magazines...sixty bucks. she better appreciate my investment in her care package. to take a line from "home alone", "bring me back something french!".
from the further adventures of my mom being in town for two weeks...
she wanted to pick me up and take me to the mall to get some riding boots for my jedi costume and then to micheal's to get glass for the frame of a cross-stitch of a wizard she made for me. then it's off to the neices' school and then to pizza hut. i had to just flat out tell her that i didn't want to spend out time together running around doing busy work. i just wanted to sit and talk to my mother. she concured but insisted that i would love the boots and that i just make due with what ever comes my way. and i say, "what's wrong with that?". again, eh, parents.
in closing, i'd like to give a mojo shout out to nicci for being the best buddy a buddy could ask for. and i hope that i can build the courage to ride one of those rickety-ass rides at the fair this year!
PS: my cat is going into heat, i think. any suggestions?
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ditto what pb says. lemme know what you still need copies of, i will be more than happy to produce. i will see you at the gig if financial forces will it.