Ok so I was laying here in my underwear thinking of something to write about, and my friend Meredeth IMs me right as I lay down in bed, she's like woo hoo I'm like what? she's like I'm bored what are you up to. And I'm like well I'm sitting here thinking about something to write about, she responds with I should write about her, and I'm like umm okay, then she says pink flamingos, and I respond with racing chickens, then she says alcohol, then rabbit.
So long story short this is a blog about Meredeth, Pink flamingos, racing chickens, and alcohol.
Lets see meredeth, she thinks I'm kind of crazy. She is from boston, her and her friend were in singapore going to school for a bit. and she's cool, once on my radio show I gave her and her friend a shout out they laughed their asses off, because it became an over the air who could get me to say the most off the wall thing between her and her friend the IM windows were flashing, my broadcaster was broadcasting, and I was drunk... woo hoo talk about a siezure waiting to happen.
Then the Pink Flamingos... Grrr... I freaking hate those tacky pink flamingos, who ever decided to make them and put them in peoples yards needs to be shot. I swear to god, the person was probably from kansas... nothing good came from kansas. Wait thats right Dorothy came from kansas, ohh wait she was only cool in like the 1970's, now I have nothing against kansas, shit I know some good people from kansas, but geeze what is their major export? Do they have a major export? Anyway fucking flamigos.
Racing chickens, this is something cool and mannly right here, you know why cuz it's my friend's and my idea, we were talking about stupid things, playing joust on the x box 360, drinking some beer, and all the sudden it came to us that the man in joust isn't riding an ostrich its a racing chicken. It has to be cuz the joust guy can't fly too acurately and it flys like a chicken, ostriches don't fly therefor logically it can't be an ostrich, and it sure as hell isn't a goddamn flamingo, so help me god if you say it is a flamingo I will kick you in the chest.
As far as alcohol I mentioned it twice in this blog 3 times if you count this sentance. And we all know no good story starts with "we were drinking orange juice and then...", no no no my friend they start with "so we bought 3 bottle of ::insert hard liquor here::, and we were trashed, then John went and..." you gotta love alcohol.
Rabbit,
R.M.
So long story short this is a blog about Meredeth, Pink flamingos, racing chickens, and alcohol.
Lets see meredeth, she thinks I'm kind of crazy. She is from boston, her and her friend were in singapore going to school for a bit. and she's cool, once on my radio show I gave her and her friend a shout out they laughed their asses off, because it became an over the air who could get me to say the most off the wall thing between her and her friend the IM windows were flashing, my broadcaster was broadcasting, and I was drunk... woo hoo talk about a siezure waiting to happen.
Then the Pink Flamingos... Grrr... I freaking hate those tacky pink flamingos, who ever decided to make them and put them in peoples yards needs to be shot. I swear to god, the person was probably from kansas... nothing good came from kansas. Wait thats right Dorothy came from kansas, ohh wait she was only cool in like the 1970's, now I have nothing against kansas, shit I know some good people from kansas, but geeze what is their major export? Do they have a major export? Anyway fucking flamigos.
Racing chickens, this is something cool and mannly right here, you know why cuz it's my friend's and my idea, we were talking about stupid things, playing joust on the x box 360, drinking some beer, and all the sudden it came to us that the man in joust isn't riding an ostrich its a racing chicken. It has to be cuz the joust guy can't fly too acurately and it flys like a chicken, ostriches don't fly therefor logically it can't be an ostrich, and it sure as hell isn't a goddamn flamingo, so help me god if you say it is a flamingo I will kick you in the chest.
As far as alcohol I mentioned it twice in this blog 3 times if you count this sentance. And we all know no good story starts with "we were drinking orange juice and then...", no no no my friend they start with "so we bought 3 bottle of ::insert hard liquor here::, and we were trashed, then John went and..." you gotta love alcohol.
Rabbit,
R.M.
2. Birthday: 12/08/1982
3. Where you live: Cedar Falls/Waterloo, Iowa
4. What makes you happy: Passion, music, family, friends, beauty, sleep, travel, love
5. Currently listening/the last thing you listened to: Gnarls Barkley
6. An interesting fact about you: I sleep with an eye-mask on
7. Are you in love/do you have a crush at the moment?: Crushes (and timeless loves)
8. Who?: A few guys (the ones you cant stop loving, but you move on and learn from)
9. Favorite place to spend time: So many placesbut England is where my heart is
10. Favorite song: All My Little Words by the Magnetic Fields
11. Favorite lyric: Your heart wont heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures (Nothing Better by the Postal Service)
12. The best time of the year: Autumn
RECOMMEND
1. A film: A Clockwork Orange
2. A book: The Time Travelers Wife
3. A band, a song, or album: Gomez
PLUS
1. One thing you like about me: Kinda cute yourself
2. Two things you like about yourself: Im passionate and Im compassionate
3. Look at my friends-list and tell what you like about one of our mutual friends: We have none.