Did I mention I like cheese? Anyways, yesterday was cool. When I finished my journal entry, I was still thinking about how cool it would be to be a pirate. Then I remembered that when I was a kid, I wanted to be a ninja. Suddenly, I was torn. This was a huge decision I faced. One that could ultimately decide my very fate on this planet. Ninja or Pirate? Then it hit me. A cat. A cat hit me that is. My cat likes to climb up things, and then leap at you. Death from above. But shortly before the impact, I had had an epiphany. A ninja-pirate. That was the way to go.
I was feeling particularly proud of myself. Already I was chalking that day up in the success column. Which is nice, because the success column in my life is a very lonely column. So, then I decided to drive to Tempe. While I was there, I stopped by a little joint thta sells killer philly style cheesesteaks. I mean, this place is awesome. The best cheesesteaks I've had since I moved from the Philly area. All that missing is the bread. You just can't seem to find that bread west of Reading, Pennsylvania. The owner of the place was from South Jersey. He moved to Arizona a few years back as a missionary. A cheesesteak missionary. Here to spread the word of real philly cheesesteaks to all the unfortunates who have never had one. If you happen to be one of these unfortunates I speak of. Then do yourself a favor. Turn off your computer, go to the airport, get on a plane to Philly, take a cab to South Street, then have yourself a goddamned cheesesteak... Or just come to Tempe Arizona, but then you have to pretend that the bread is crispier on the outside and that there's a Zipperhead store across the street. You should also pretend that the guy serving you is an asshole. Just so you can appreciate the full affect of a real Philedelphia Cheesesteak.
So anyway, I'm in Tempe right? Yeah, then I stopped by a used CD shop and picked up like 5 new discs. Some TSOL, some Cramps, the Cures new album, and some Otep. Then I bought the soundtrack fo A Clockwork Orange. There's nothing funnier than driving throught a college town with the William Tell Overature blaring and seeing the looks you get.
I ended up getting to sleep early (like 8) last night, since I hadn't slept the night before. I woke up at 1 this afternoon. 17 hours of sleep. Man, I just kick ass at this vacation shit. Hopefully today I'll get some writing done. I mean, other than journal writing. Of which I've obviously gone a little overboard. Well, I've got more to write, but I guesse I'll save it. Then on some day when nothing happens at all, I'll write all the shit I did yesterday, and pretend it just happened. That way you're guaranteed an action packed journal, every day. And by action packed, I mean filled with spelling errors and boring stories. Ok? Good, just so we're clear.
I was feeling particularly proud of myself. Already I was chalking that day up in the success column. Which is nice, because the success column in my life is a very lonely column. So, then I decided to drive to Tempe. While I was there, I stopped by a little joint thta sells killer philly style cheesesteaks. I mean, this place is awesome. The best cheesesteaks I've had since I moved from the Philly area. All that missing is the bread. You just can't seem to find that bread west of Reading, Pennsylvania. The owner of the place was from South Jersey. He moved to Arizona a few years back as a missionary. A cheesesteak missionary. Here to spread the word of real philly cheesesteaks to all the unfortunates who have never had one. If you happen to be one of these unfortunates I speak of. Then do yourself a favor. Turn off your computer, go to the airport, get on a plane to Philly, take a cab to South Street, then have yourself a goddamned cheesesteak... Or just come to Tempe Arizona, but then you have to pretend that the bread is crispier on the outside and that there's a Zipperhead store across the street. You should also pretend that the guy serving you is an asshole. Just so you can appreciate the full affect of a real Philedelphia Cheesesteak.
So anyway, I'm in Tempe right? Yeah, then I stopped by a used CD shop and picked up like 5 new discs. Some TSOL, some Cramps, the Cures new album, and some Otep. Then I bought the soundtrack fo A Clockwork Orange. There's nothing funnier than driving throught a college town with the William Tell Overature blaring and seeing the looks you get.
I ended up getting to sleep early (like 8) last night, since I hadn't slept the night before. I woke up at 1 this afternoon. 17 hours of sleep. Man, I just kick ass at this vacation shit. Hopefully today I'll get some writing done. I mean, other than journal writing. Of which I've obviously gone a little overboard. Well, I've got more to write, but I guesse I'll save it. Then on some day when nothing happens at all, I'll write all the shit I did yesterday, and pretend it just happened. That way you're guaranteed an action packed journal, every day. And by action packed, I mean filled with spelling errors and boring stories. Ok? Good, just so we're clear.
My ex bf has a thing about rolls...he favored the ones from foodtek which just closed btw. I could mail you one I am sure it would stay good if I overnighted it. Do you like real cheese or cheese wiz?
What do you think I the cures new album? I like it because its the cure but I was thinking through alot of the songs..hmm this sounds just like......(and I just bought a cramps tee shirt that I might sport tonite to the sgphilly gathering tonite)
I love spelling errors and grammer errors I make TONS of em