The 90s Were So Idealogical
I have no idea what happened yesterday.
I have no idea how I got home.
And in spite of all that, I actually managed to GET shit DONE!
Inside my laptop's disc drive was a properly burned DVD with Season 2 of Dexter in its innards. I was doing this because I'm making a mad dash to download as much shit as possible while I have the chance, and in order to maximize my productivity, I have to burn and erase pretty much as it comes in.
Look at me, I'm ramblin' again. And I woke up at 4:30am, red-eyed and bushy-tailed.
So much beer. SO MUCH BEER.
And steak. Sandwich. No mushrooms.
Do you realize I've lived 20-some-odd years of my life and I've never ONCE seen The Rocky Horror Picture Show? Something about that has to be criminal; the authorities are on their way; but Shirley I'll watch it soon since I have it on disc and all.
And Kindergarten Cop. Yer not so tough without yer car, are ya?
And don't call me Surely.
I MAY, in fact, still be am is a little drunk. Don't mind me.
Who knew masturbating WITH lotion could be so ... AMAZING?
I'm going to walk across (or rather the length of) the Brooklyn Bridge today. The Donald said he read in a book somewhere that it's one of the 100 things you MUST do before you die. And I get to do it. And you don't. Unless you get your asses over here before you die. Die.
Let's play Twister, Let's play Risk.
Yeah yeah Yeah yeah.
I'm listening to R.E.M. The rock band, not the eye-movement.
I'm not really going to discontinue the LiveJournal. Its functions are just going to shift is all.
My favorite bartender gave me her e-mail address. I guess she'll be in Seattle sometime by next summer, visiting or acting in a play or something. That's hot.
Crave Case today. I'm gonna remember this day until the day I die. I guess there's supposed to be some supermarket in Seattle that sells frozen White Castles, but I'll believe it until I see it. I hope they're not just cheeseburgers, but if they are, you bet your ASS that I'll find a way to dismember the cheese from the burger.
COME ON POOKIE, LET'S BURN THIS MOTHERFUCKER DOWN!!!
I'll tell you what I'm gonna give you, Snakes. I'm gonna give you to the count of 10 to get yer ugly, yellow, no-good kiester off my property, before I pump your guts fulla lead! 1, 2, 10!!! .... Keep the change, ya filthy animal.
That was gonna be my mass-text yesterday, but my phone only allows 160 characters. So I didn't sent it. It's from Home Alone. Awesome movie, still.
Maybe he committed suicide.
Way more awesome than Jingle All The Way.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go download the Extras series finale special. It's supposed to be the greatest thing Ricky Gervais has ever done.
And people say he's just a big pair of tits.
I have no idea how I got home.
And in spite of all that, I actually managed to GET shit DONE!
Inside my laptop's disc drive was a properly burned DVD with Season 2 of Dexter in its innards. I was doing this because I'm making a mad dash to download as much shit as possible while I have the chance, and in order to maximize my productivity, I have to burn and erase pretty much as it comes in.
Look at me, I'm ramblin' again. And I woke up at 4:30am, red-eyed and bushy-tailed.
So much beer. SO MUCH BEER.
And steak. Sandwich. No mushrooms.
Do you realize I've lived 20-some-odd years of my life and I've never ONCE seen The Rocky Horror Picture Show? Something about that has to be criminal; the authorities are on their way; but Shirley I'll watch it soon since I have it on disc and all.
And Kindergarten Cop. Yer not so tough without yer car, are ya?
And don't call me Surely.
I MAY, in fact, still be am is a little drunk. Don't mind me.
Who knew masturbating WITH lotion could be so ... AMAZING?
I'm going to walk across (or rather the length of) the Brooklyn Bridge today. The Donald said he read in a book somewhere that it's one of the 100 things you MUST do before you die. And I get to do it. And you don't. Unless you get your asses over here before you die. Die.
Let's play Twister, Let's play Risk.
Yeah yeah Yeah yeah.
I'm listening to R.E.M. The rock band, not the eye-movement.
I'm not really going to discontinue the LiveJournal. Its functions are just going to shift is all.
My favorite bartender gave me her e-mail address. I guess she'll be in Seattle sometime by next summer, visiting or acting in a play or something. That's hot.
Crave Case today. I'm gonna remember this day until the day I die. I guess there's supposed to be some supermarket in Seattle that sells frozen White Castles, but I'll believe it until I see it. I hope they're not just cheeseburgers, but if they are, you bet your ASS that I'll find a way to dismember the cheese from the burger.
COME ON POOKIE, LET'S BURN THIS MOTHERFUCKER DOWN!!!
I'll tell you what I'm gonna give you, Snakes. I'm gonna give you to the count of 10 to get yer ugly, yellow, no-good kiester off my property, before I pump your guts fulla lead! 1, 2, 10!!! .... Keep the change, ya filthy animal.
That was gonna be my mass-text yesterday, but my phone only allows 160 characters. So I didn't sent it. It's from Home Alone. Awesome movie, still.
Maybe he committed suicide.
Way more awesome than Jingle All The Way.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go download the Extras series finale special. It's supposed to be the greatest thing Ricky Gervais has ever done.
And people say he's just a big pair of tits.