Marc
6,887 miles - Kalispell, Montana 200+ miles driving
"Hey! I got Jon Voight's LeBaron!"
"Bossss..."
For the first time ever, I've done laundry in a hotel. Currently have the socks sitting on the air conditioning unit. See, I was sick of going up and down three flights of stairs, checking to see if they were done yet, so I squashed the whole project. For some reason all my shirts and boxers were dry, but my lazy, good-for-nothing socks didn't want to follow the trend. I can't blame them, I guess, seeing as how they're forced to stick around my feet all day/everyday. A bit of payback never hurts - as long as it's not served up cold.
Cold - like outside. I've heard that IlliNOISE is going through some kind of heat wave. Funny. I'm waiting for it to stop raining so I can head to WalMart and get a sweatshirt. Bout froze my flabby-ass fanny off getting gas today. Silly me didn't figure on bringing a coat somehwhere in July/August.
"Let me get this right - Mom and Pop move into the neighborhood, establish trust - for 48 years - and then vanish with Jerry's shoes!"
Ugh.
This Mike guy on The Real World is killing me. My first instinct is to feel sorry the guy because he's agreed to be on this insanely popular show and all that he's getting from his roommates is shit. I'm sure we've all had bad roommates before, but not six of them against one of us - and not broadcast on national television. But then, after five seconds, I sit back and think "this d-bag is a testosterone frat-boy knucklehead who actually said 'I was owning the pit' - what the fuck? Who says that?" I have always had this image of frat-boys that made me intensely dislike the whole program, and this dude does nothing but reassure me that I'm probably right. He tells horrible jokes, he listens to horrible music (ie Linkin Park, Disturbed), and he's an ass. If these were my roommates, I'd have punched Coral by now, told everyone to stop playing the "race-relations" game, and moved out. MTV seriously has to re-vamp this Real World/Road Rules thing. They have no idea how to cast it anymore, and it shocks me that they haven't realized it yet (Zach's going to say that I shouldn't be shocked, b/c MTV are a bunch of fascists - and he's right about the fascists part).
There goes the rain. I spy a KFC down the AVE so I think I'll go down there and BUY some CKN.
6,887 miles - Kalispell, Montana 200+ miles driving
"Hey! I got Jon Voight's LeBaron!"
"Bossss..."
For the first time ever, I've done laundry in a hotel. Currently have the socks sitting on the air conditioning unit. See, I was sick of going up and down three flights of stairs, checking to see if they were done yet, so I squashed the whole project. For some reason all my shirts and boxers were dry, but my lazy, good-for-nothing socks didn't want to follow the trend. I can't blame them, I guess, seeing as how they're forced to stick around my feet all day/everyday. A bit of payback never hurts - as long as it's not served up cold.
Cold - like outside. I've heard that IlliNOISE is going through some kind of heat wave. Funny. I'm waiting for it to stop raining so I can head to WalMart and get a sweatshirt. Bout froze my flabby-ass fanny off getting gas today. Silly me didn't figure on bringing a coat somehwhere in July/August.
"Let me get this right - Mom and Pop move into the neighborhood, establish trust - for 48 years - and then vanish with Jerry's shoes!"
Ugh.
This Mike guy on The Real World is killing me. My first instinct is to feel sorry the guy because he's agreed to be on this insanely popular show and all that he's getting from his roommates is shit. I'm sure we've all had bad roommates before, but not six of them against one of us - and not broadcast on national television. But then, after five seconds, I sit back and think "this d-bag is a testosterone frat-boy knucklehead who actually said 'I was owning the pit' - what the fuck? Who says that?" I have always had this image of frat-boys that made me intensely dislike the whole program, and this dude does nothing but reassure me that I'm probably right. He tells horrible jokes, he listens to horrible music (ie Linkin Park, Disturbed), and he's an ass. If these were my roommates, I'd have punched Coral by now, told everyone to stop playing the "race-relations" game, and moved out. MTV seriously has to re-vamp this Real World/Road Rules thing. They have no idea how to cast it anymore, and it shocks me that they haven't realized it yet (Zach's going to say that I shouldn't be shocked, b/c MTV are a bunch of fascists - and he's right about the fascists part).
There goes the rain. I spy a KFC down the AVE so I think I'll go down there and BUY some CKN.
<< Home