i did not rock that philosphy final... aah my first d in college. this will go well with a night of heavy of drinking. oh wait, my friend sara is having her tribute to the 80's dance recital...i should go, and theres the other party, i was invited to the 2nd annual warren zevon, jonny cash, jon ritter, memorial bash. i don't know which one will have more drinking. oh shit and my favorite cousin is having his going away party tonight. ahhh.. what to wear what to wear.
i think i'll need a nap befor i go out.
i think i'll need a nap befor i go out.
Parents dog. Mother's dog, really, seeing as though she's the only one who likes it. And she's not that old, barely a year, if that. She's a 'coon hound/pit bull mix, or something. Because of this, as a joke, when we first got her, we would call her Blue...to poke fun at hillbillies and hounds. Unfortunately, it stuck. As if it would help, my mother insists it's name is French, Bleu as opposed to Blue. The change it makes when you switch those two letters around is astounding.
And debt is good. Makes the world go 'round. Spend spend spend. That's why god gave us credit cards AND Christmas. Because, as we know, God is an American. If it's anything Bowie taught us, it's that.
So, is the D for the test or the class?
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that's kinda hard for me to decipher, so if you cant, i aint mad at ya...you just dont win the grand prize...
[Edited on Dec 10, 2004 5:07PM]