What luck!
Discovered in canvas tote bag (Milwaukee Lake Fun Run 86) the following:
brand new NINTENDO DS LITE (one)
used copy Advance Wars Dual Strike (one)
used copy Carlito's Way (pacino)
new copy Battlestations Midway (360)
glee (palpable)
Discovered in canvas tote bag (Milwaukee Lake Fun Run 86) the following:
brand new NINTENDO DS LITE (one)
used copy Advance Wars Dual Strike (one)
used copy Carlito's Way (pacino)
new copy Battlestations Midway (360)
glee (palpable)
Zombie Apocalypse.
So here I am, still stuck in the same log cabin in the same middle of nowhere with the same flesh hungry undead banging at the backdoor and yet all I can think of is relationships. Relationships with friends, with family, with girls. All that crap that makes your toes squish. If you never discuss relationship situations do they cease to exist, or is there an unseen universal line where if crossed you're suddenly boyfriend/girlfriend? Not that my present situation (miles from nowhere, surrounded by zombies) really facilitates a girlfriend but I'm curious. I really couldn't tell you how long I've been seeing this girl but it feels like we should have a talk, you know? If I'm wrong, let me know.
Random Notes
There's a band called Cut Copy that is really great, like unlimited lap dances.
A girl told me tonight (twice, in honest drunken candor) that I was beautiful and it was the most feel good bullshit ever. I know she was full of it but nnnnph if it didn't feel great, like unlimited lap dances.
And I know, who says anything like that? Well, I do. I rarely get compliments, let alone ones I actually believe. But call me crazy or drunk but that weird girl with the knitted hat from Marquette, Michigan was a gangbuster. I would draft her in the second round even though she's just a third rounder. Actualy that's not true at all and I know it. She was a boyfriendless gorgeous Yooper with beer goggles for yours truly. What was stopping me? Ah yes, my crippling depression. And zombies.
So here I am, still stuck in the same log cabin in the same middle of nowhere with the same flesh hungry undead banging at the backdoor and yet all I can think of is relationships. Relationships with friends, with family, with girls. All that crap that makes your toes squish. If you never discuss relationship situations do they cease to exist, or is there an unseen universal line where if crossed you're suddenly boyfriend/girlfriend? Not that my present situation (miles from nowhere, surrounded by zombies) really facilitates a girlfriend but I'm curious. I really couldn't tell you how long I've been seeing this girl but it feels like we should have a talk, you know? If I'm wrong, let me know.
Random Notes
There's a band called Cut Copy that is really great, like unlimited lap dances.
A girl told me tonight (twice, in honest drunken candor) that I was beautiful and it was the most feel good bullshit ever. I know she was full of it but nnnnph if it didn't feel great, like unlimited lap dances.
And I know, who says anything like that? Well, I do. I rarely get compliments, let alone ones I actually believe. But call me crazy or drunk but that weird girl with the knitted hat from Marquette, Michigan was a gangbuster. I would draft her in the second round even though she's just a third rounder. Actualy that's not true at all and I know it. She was a boyfriendless gorgeous Yooper with beer goggles for yours truly. What was stopping me? Ah yes, my crippling depression. And zombies.
Greetings from the frozen north! I'm writing from a remote section of the lovely Upper Penninsula, Michigan, USA. The shutters are boarded up, the back doors latched and the fireplace is roaring and crackling. Luckily I brought along a few movies to tide me over. The Illustrated Man starring Rod Steiger, Wassap Rockers starring children, Texas Chainsaw Massacre: the beginning and The Professionals starring Lee Marvin (screams "Lusty Mexico"). Who knows if these movies are any good, I have my prejudices going into all of them. Anyways, seems I'll be shut in here for awhile. The cars out of gas/destroyed, the phone lines are down and I'm miles from nowhere. Plus, the zombies.
Booty Booty Booty Booty. Booty Everywhere.
So there's this.
Kicked out of the clubhouse. Seeking housing in Jack's old house. Too much money, will live in poverty. On positive note work begins on graphic novel, slowly, surely. Zombie comic book, akin to Akira. Quantity of pages not quality, of course. Negative note, lacking all skill to draw female from nothing. Solution: Need pictures. Looking for relatively buff girls of all ages, creeds and races. Don't know S Girls as well as I should so I humbly ask for suggestions.
Big time pervert, no excuses.
So there's this.
Kicked out of the clubhouse. Seeking housing in Jack's old house. Too much money, will live in poverty. On positive note work begins on graphic novel, slowly, surely. Zombie comic book, akin to Akira. Quantity of pages not quality, of course. Negative note, lacking all skill to draw female from nothing. Solution: Need pictures. Looking for relatively buff girls of all ages, creeds and races. Don't know S Girls as well as I should so I humbly ask for suggestions.
Big time pervert, no excuses.
Call That Girl Bojangles
Acquire:
1. that song about Vans shoes
McGwire:
1.
Empire:
1. Strikes Back
19,394: Records
Inspire:
1. so my friend Eron hit me in the nuts, an unwarranted yet cunning attack he said was revenge on the previous night's assuault on his preciouses. Whatever, Eron. So today I destroyed him in front of a few hundred fellow students in the student lobby. I fear that this will only lead to more and more violence and the (early) deaths of a million sperm, crying out in terror. The days grow colder.
Acquire:
1. that song about Vans shoes
McGwire:
1.
Empire:
1. Strikes Back
19,394: Records
Inspire:
1. so my friend Eron hit me in the nuts, an unwarranted yet cunning attack he said was revenge on the previous night's assuault on his preciouses. Whatever, Eron. So today I destroyed him in front of a few hundred fellow students in the student lobby. I fear that this will only lead to more and more violence and the (early) deaths of a million sperm, crying out in terror. The days grow colder.
For Anyone
So I come back from New York City to find my two roommates have moved out. Water, gas, cable and internet: disconnected. Also, no job or income. And I'm not complaining cus people in Russia have it, like, hard and stuff.
So I come back from New York City to find my two roommates have moved out. Water, gas, cable and internet: disconnected. Also, no job or income. And I'm not complaining cus people in Russia have it, like, hard and stuff.
Greetings From Harlem
Just lost a devasting Brooklyn spelling bee. What the hell am I suposed to do with myself for five more days?
Just lost a devasting Brooklyn spelling bee. What the hell am I suposed to do with myself for five more days?
May 21st thru May 31st.
What concerts should we see, what bars should we close, where should we pass out? Don't call it a comeback.
