Hey queers.
I hope your weeks have been going spledidly. I suppose mine has. I can't really complain anyway.
I love laundramats. I could sit in one and read a book all day. Is that a little weird? I just really like the smell of fresh laundry. It's cozy.
I want a sidekick so effing bad. Too bad Amazon won't let me add it to my wishlist in case of the off chance that someone had way too much money on their hands. I really like looking at peoples' wishlists. I think that might be a little weird too, but I think it's really interesting to see what people want.
I made one of those doll things. It looks just like me and it's kind of scary!
I'm reading a really interesting book to inform this video project I'm working on. It's called The Botany of Desire. I've learned much about apples. Did you know Johnny Appleseed was a real man named John Chapman and he got his appleseeds here in Pittsburgh? No? Well, now you do.
I need to get the fuck out of Pittsburgh for a little bit. Brian and I have been talking about taking a roadtrip sometime soon. His friend just moved to Vegas, so he wants to visit, and then continue on to LA. I can't think of anything in the world that would be more fun than driving cross-country with my all time favorite human being, so I hope the plan does come to fruition. (I am all about the fruit today)
Speaking of Brian, he had a few too many drinks last night and said the funniest shit. It was so funny, in fact, that I wrote it down. Remember my Johnny Cash rant? Well, the love of my life happens to fall into the category of people I was ranting about. This is what he had to say about the amazing Old Crow Medicine Show.:
"If you ain't Lynard Skynard don't be coverin' Bob Dylan!"
"It's like if you put a penis in Hank Williams' mouth and let him sing!"
WTF?
Keep in mind that he has no fucking clue what he's talking about.
I'm not sure whether I want to go see Crimson Sweet at the Moose tonight or just stay in and paint. Decisions, decisions.
Love,
Monroe
PS. I submitted a newer, blonder profile picture. Cross your fingers!
I hope your weeks have been going spledidly. I suppose mine has. I can't really complain anyway.
I love laundramats. I could sit in one and read a book all day. Is that a little weird? I just really like the smell of fresh laundry. It's cozy.
I want a sidekick so effing bad. Too bad Amazon won't let me add it to my wishlist in case of the off chance that someone had way too much money on their hands. I really like looking at peoples' wishlists. I think that might be a little weird too, but I think it's really interesting to see what people want.
I made one of those doll things. It looks just like me and it's kind of scary!
I'm reading a really interesting book to inform this video project I'm working on. It's called The Botany of Desire. I've learned much about apples. Did you know Johnny Appleseed was a real man named John Chapman and he got his appleseeds here in Pittsburgh? No? Well, now you do.
I need to get the fuck out of Pittsburgh for a little bit. Brian and I have been talking about taking a roadtrip sometime soon. His friend just moved to Vegas, so he wants to visit, and then continue on to LA. I can't think of anything in the world that would be more fun than driving cross-country with my all time favorite human being, so I hope the plan does come to fruition. (I am all about the fruit today)
Speaking of Brian, he had a few too many drinks last night and said the funniest shit. It was so funny, in fact, that I wrote it down. Remember my Johnny Cash rant? Well, the love of my life happens to fall into the category of people I was ranting about. This is what he had to say about the amazing Old Crow Medicine Show.:
"If you ain't Lynard Skynard don't be coverin' Bob Dylan!"
"It's like if you put a penis in Hank Williams' mouth and let him sing!"
WTF?
Keep in mind that he has no fucking clue what he's talking about.
I'm not sure whether I want to go see Crimson Sweet at the Moose tonight or just stay in and paint. Decisions, decisions.
Love,
Monroe
PS. I submitted a newer, blonder profile picture. Cross your fingers!
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but im sick of it. im sick of being a side-kick.
i wanna be leader but i might be too kiddish looking and i joke around too much to be a leader. ...plus i usually eat and kill my leaders right now im not a sidekick ...and my week? well im on trial ! go figure!
correction: kill and eat.....the order is important.
[Edited on Mar 10, 2006 9:23PM]
nuh uh, no you didnt !
^snap^ (final around-the-gay snap)
^snap^ (and a suprise quick whippy queery snap, in the face) .