plumfairy

Well another Tuesday with the sobo cronies. This week we decided to try to continue our adventurous luck and head for England. But similar to last week, we made it no where near. Too far, too expensive at short notice, etc. So we all agreed that Vermont would be a better idea. It's like a small England anyway, with gigantanourmous lizards, rams and plenty of rum for Big J. Although planning this we knew we'd look to the locals like an alien would in the vatican city. We started off pretty slow, about as fast as someone making a getaway in a white bronco, if you know what I mean. Although it wasn't warm enough really to have the windows down, we had to since Phat Daddy Andy must have ate something rank. He was letting out onion smelling farts for the first 100 miles or more. But he said all he had was fruit that morning. Once we got about half way we met up with Sunshine again. Oh, and I forgot to mention little scott wasn't there, he was at some convention with Larry David speaking out against Bush's policies. But no worries, K was there to help us out. We decided to stop by a little resevoir to have lunch and play with some dogs at the park next to it. K, with his lil hammer, got into it with this girl who kinda resembled Selma Hayek. For some reason she started ranting about how jesus sucks and and how K sucks and this and that. Well, we decided to get out of there and when K was getting into the car she started barrelling towards him. So I instinctevely went in between them and clothes-lined the bitch. She went down like LL Cool J's career. She didn't look good after that, kinda like Don Knotts today. Well we had to get out of there at that point or I might have been looking at 18 to life. So again we bailed on the real destination but had a good time trying to get there. We headed back to CO. On our way through Kansas we stopped for dinner saw what was supposedly the biggest ball of twine in the world, but Sunshine said they were full of shit and it was actually in Minnesota. That started another brawl and we had to bolt out of there. Escaping cleanly, the rest of the way home we listened to some Argentinian dance music and Big J and I got a little closer through conversation when we found out that his mother knew my father through some type of labor strikes during the MLK era in D.C. Well, again we had a blast. We had a good time and felt like winners for the second week in a row. Looking forward to next week.


So I got this shirt for one of my best friends Kim. Her birthday is comgin up.


Last night at trivia everyone thought I should take home this shirt b/c supposedly, as Big J said, it has my name written all over it. I don't get it really. I don't see what it has to do with me. But oh well.


It actually reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I can't ever remember dreams really. I forget half of them as soon as I wake up and then continually lose 50% of the remaining each few minutes or so. But I do remember that I was in some clothing store and I needed an outfit for some event and the girls there were trying to help me and I was trying on this green short skirt and it looked really good. I finally got out of there on time for whatever I was gonig to and got some otufit, but can't remember much else. Weird thing about it all is I don't like wearing green. hmmm.yeah, weird.