I am now the proud owner of an eBay-bought Deadpool action figure! That's right, suckah. aww yeah.
I tasted horrible yesterday. Whenever I licked my lips yesterday I tasted absolutely horrible. What the hell was up with that?
If going commando is wrong I don't wanna be right.
Sooooo I'm driving in a car that has a license plate that says "purpose" and I see Myself in the middle of the street, trying to open a man-hole cover so I can escape but only finding more and more man-hole covers. While in the street I turn into a giant brain. then a giant penis. and then I promptly run myself over.
Last night I saw Little Shop of Horrors performed at the Orpheum Theatre and it was most excellent! The woman who played Audrey was exceptional. They were all exceptional. Thus . . . none were? (didn't I get that from a movie?)
Monday evening and night were spent in the company of Whitney. who. is. a. TALKER. She talks in a sophisticated stream-of-consciousness style but not in an absentminded way. but you basically have to interrupt her in order to get anything in.
In a "nutshell" -- meet Mr. Boots, the 21 lb affectionate cat. eat. talk. drive. talk. sit in front of friend's house. talk. meet friends. go to Artists' Quarter. see people perform. talk. have a drink. see Hannah for the first time since before her surgery and she's 1 3/4 inches taller and 10 lbs lighter. talk. Whitney has been planning to teach in Japan during the same time I was thinking of doing it? ride back to Whitney's place and be downright awestruck (understatement) while she gives me a small taste of her 40-page paper on the works of Milan Kundera. good lord. talk into the wee hours of the night about incorporating Hitler's speeches in a high school Literature of the Holocaust course, movies, books, color schemes, and et cetera.
All in all, it was an enjoyable outing, to say in the least.
If you go out and have a great fucking time, is anything really different or changed when you come back home? Hrmmmmmm.
I regret taking two summer classes at the same time. especially when one of them is supposed to be the class to end all classes in the education department. too much work. too little time.
I wish I had more time for recreational reading, dammit. of course, I say that after just describing my night out. still, I wouldn't mind have a little more time to indulge in some good readin.
I tasted horrible yesterday. Whenever I licked my lips yesterday I tasted absolutely horrible. What the hell was up with that?
If going commando is wrong I don't wanna be right.
Sooooo I'm driving in a car that has a license plate that says "purpose" and I see Myself in the middle of the street, trying to open a man-hole cover so I can escape but only finding more and more man-hole covers. While in the street I turn into a giant brain. then a giant penis. and then I promptly run myself over.
Last night I saw Little Shop of Horrors performed at the Orpheum Theatre and it was most excellent! The woman who played Audrey was exceptional. They were all exceptional. Thus . . . none were? (didn't I get that from a movie?)
Monday evening and night were spent in the company of Whitney. who. is. a. TALKER. She talks in a sophisticated stream-of-consciousness style but not in an absentminded way. but you basically have to interrupt her in order to get anything in.
In a "nutshell" -- meet Mr. Boots, the 21 lb affectionate cat. eat. talk. drive. talk. sit in front of friend's house. talk. meet friends. go to Artists' Quarter. see people perform. talk. have a drink. see Hannah for the first time since before her surgery and she's 1 3/4 inches taller and 10 lbs lighter. talk. Whitney has been planning to teach in Japan during the same time I was thinking of doing it? ride back to Whitney's place and be downright awestruck (understatement) while she gives me a small taste of her 40-page paper on the works of Milan Kundera. good lord. talk into the wee hours of the night about incorporating Hitler's speeches in a high school Literature of the Holocaust course, movies, books, color schemes, and et cetera.
All in all, it was an enjoyable outing, to say in the least.
If you go out and have a great fucking time, is anything really different or changed when you come back home? Hrmmmmmm.
I regret taking two summer classes at the same time. especially when one of them is supposed to be the class to end all classes in the education department. too much work. too little time.
I wish I had more time for recreational reading, dammit. of course, I say that after just describing my night out. still, I wouldn't mind have a little more time to indulge in some good readin.
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