so the theme for my birthday party is going to be "johnnyfive was in the 7th grade in 1986". my roommate was going to his senior prom and his current girlfriend was seven years old. what were you doing in 1986??
here's a little tip for any of ya'll that skate... do not skate uneven sidewalks at night. i made the mistake of not heeding said advice and now i've got road rash on my elbow and shoulder and my knee is requiring the support of my old brace, not to mention i knocked my noggin and made my nose bleed and lost my beanie cap.
so, uh, yeah, don't skate uneven sidewalks, especially at night.
so, i've been jamming out to franz ferdinand and i hear they're going to be in d.c.!! but with morrisey.
man, for someone who could belt out such poignant lyrics, he's an ass. but i'd give a winona or a ashley to see franz ferdinand. they are my jimmy jammy.
also, in funny news.... this girl walks up to me outside the coffeehouse and says, "hey, are you q-tip? like is that you're nickname, do people call you that?"
and i say, "no. i have no clue of what you speak of."
and she replies, "yeah, well, i heard you called my friend nancy a crack ho"
and i say, "look lady, i'm not q-tip and i don't know anyone named nancy, much less a crack ho named nancy, so don't get me involved in your drama please."
and that was that. she walked away. and i just stood there pondering the sophmoric nature of her gossip-based indictment, thinking...you can take the girl out of high school, but you can't take the high school out of the girl.
and this one's for nicci: last night me and joey were hanging with these two redneck skanks (yeah, i know, some crazy bitch will probably approach me in a week and be like "i heard you called my friend nancy a skank redneck") and one of them burped really loud (like nicci loud) and we were all like "good night, girl, why don't you let it out!" and she says in a classicly southern, almost proud tone: "that's from bein' pregnan."
so from now on, whenever i burp really loud, which i oft do, i am going to say in my best southern drawl, "that's from bein' pregnant."
here's a little tip for any of ya'll that skate... do not skate uneven sidewalks at night. i made the mistake of not heeding said advice and now i've got road rash on my elbow and shoulder and my knee is requiring the support of my old brace, not to mention i knocked my noggin and made my nose bleed and lost my beanie cap.
so, uh, yeah, don't skate uneven sidewalks, especially at night.
so, i've been jamming out to franz ferdinand and i hear they're going to be in d.c.!! but with morrisey.
man, for someone who could belt out such poignant lyrics, he's an ass. but i'd give a winona or a ashley to see franz ferdinand. they are my jimmy jammy.
also, in funny news.... this girl walks up to me outside the coffeehouse and says, "hey, are you q-tip? like is that you're nickname, do people call you that?"
and i say, "no. i have no clue of what you speak of."
and she replies, "yeah, well, i heard you called my friend nancy a crack ho"
and i say, "look lady, i'm not q-tip and i don't know anyone named nancy, much less a crack ho named nancy, so don't get me involved in your drama please."
and that was that. she walked away. and i just stood there pondering the sophmoric nature of her gossip-based indictment, thinking...you can take the girl out of high school, but you can't take the high school out of the girl.
and this one's for nicci: last night me and joey were hanging with these two redneck skanks (yeah, i know, some crazy bitch will probably approach me in a week and be like "i heard you called my friend nancy a skank redneck") and one of them burped really loud (like nicci loud) and we were all like "good night, girl, why don't you let it out!" and she says in a classicly southern, almost proud tone: "that's from bein' pregnan."
so from now on, whenever i burp really loud, which i oft do, i am going to say in my best southern drawl, "that's from bein' pregnant."
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aw fun with rednecks