wow, a week later i'm back. and it's fucking cold as shit out here. there's snow and junk. in new orleans it was like 75 degrees. now i've got to wear my wool coat, but the good news is a got a new hat and a bunchof courduroy, and make that special "whizeet whizeet" sound when i walk.
i have a huge family, and they can drink a lot. and so can i. hip hop hooray for the irish, knowing how to send somebody out in style. when i die, i surely hope i can even have half the crowd that showed up for the old man.
ugh. i'm at work, and don't feel like writing too much. plane travel makes me feel like i have a time machine. jet lag made me wake up at the ungodly hour of 5 am, chipper as a, um, chipmunk? but my internet at home is on el fritz, so i was stuck wandering around the apartment making tea and taking way too long to shower.
back in the wild wild east. yippie kay yay.
i have a huge family, and they can drink a lot. and so can i. hip hop hooray for the irish, knowing how to send somebody out in style. when i die, i surely hope i can even have half the crowd that showed up for the old man.
ugh. i'm at work, and don't feel like writing too much. plane travel makes me feel like i have a time machine. jet lag made me wake up at the ungodly hour of 5 am, chipper as a, um, chipmunk? but my internet at home is on el fritz, so i was stuck wandering around the apartment making tea and taking way too long to shower.
back in the wild wild east. yippie kay yay.
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i would not have thought you were irish. um good job