Marc
Five day benders are bad, bad, bad. I hate saying, "I'm too old for this", but it's the truth. I've got a sore throat, and my nose is cold, but I can still smell the shit in our apartment, though we spent all day (and some of the evening) cleaning. Even my room looks spotless, with the cd's rearranged and the carpet vacuumed and the clean clothes folded and put away. It's too bad I'm out of film, or I'd take pictures.
Disregard the IM conversations that Matt posts. I can't quite figure out what the point is, but that doesn't make them go away. (a) It is sad that that is one of our communication lines, though we are sitting less than twenty feet apart from each other. (b) Matt spends way too much time on the damn thing anyways. There is a constant "doo-doo-doo" noise eminating from his bedroom. He's the type of person that never signs off. He just puts up his 'away message' to let people know that, yes, he is gone, but only momentarily. (c) We don't have actual IM conversations. We just type stupid things because its funny. We look like fools, but who's to say that its not true? We are fools, but at least we're humorous fools. (d) Also note that both conversations have my personal assessment of Matt in them, each dealing with use of an explitive, followed immediately by the use of a noun or noun phrase.
I wish I had funny and/or important things to talk about. But I don't. I've got finger monsters on my desk. So that's going pretty good. And I've also got a new American Football cd, which is really good for lazy Saturday reading and napping. Did I forget to mention that we like naps around here? Cause we do.
Five day benders are bad, bad, bad. I hate saying, "I'm too old for this", but it's the truth. I've got a sore throat, and my nose is cold, but I can still smell the shit in our apartment, though we spent all day (and some of the evening) cleaning. Even my room looks spotless, with the cd's rearranged and the carpet vacuumed and the clean clothes folded and put away. It's too bad I'm out of film, or I'd take pictures.
Disregard the IM conversations that Matt posts. I can't quite figure out what the point is, but that doesn't make them go away. (a) It is sad that that is one of our communication lines, though we are sitting less than twenty feet apart from each other. (b) Matt spends way too much time on the damn thing anyways. There is a constant "doo-doo-doo" noise eminating from his bedroom. He's the type of person that never signs off. He just puts up his 'away message' to let people know that, yes, he is gone, but only momentarily. (c) We don't have actual IM conversations. We just type stupid things because its funny. We look like fools, but who's to say that its not true? We are fools, but at least we're humorous fools. (d) Also note that both conversations have my personal assessment of Matt in them, each dealing with use of an explitive, followed immediately by the use of a noun or noun phrase.
I wish I had funny and/or important things to talk about. But I don't. I've got finger monsters on my desk. So that's going pretty good. And I've also got a new American Football cd, which is really good for lazy Saturday reading and napping. Did I forget to mention that we like naps around here? Cause we do.
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