Zach Ooooh!n
And you give me a reason.
Eeek Gads! All those Montanans with theories about a little room in Sweden where this group of ten men decide the fortunes of the world just might have a basis. Bush is related to Churchill? And the Royal Family? What's next? How much more fucking silver can his spoon get? I'll say it once and again, the man was born on third base and thinks he hit a triple. Now, it seems, he was born during a fucking GrandslamThatWonTheWorldSeries home run trot. Jeez!us!
I'm in my office, typing on an old computer with a fast connection, listening to
a great band that gets no propers, waiting to go downstairs to the dreaded tutoring hour where I will attempt to hide in a ten by ten room so that the secretary will choose one of the other grad students.
And the Real World is officially a disgrace. I agree with Mjarcie, except about the guy from PA, who seems to be the most real of the crew. If The Real World is the real world, then all you ladies are money-grubbing wannabe strippers, and all us guys say things like "YOU COULD TOTALLY HAVE HER!" and tongue kiss in the middle of a club in front of cameras.
And I almost forgot: My family got a new dog! She is about as cute as can be, A
West Highland Terrier. My mom named her Emma, and my brother came up with the (Absolute necessary) middle name of Bean. Emma Bean Kuhn. See, for most dogs it's a good idea to have a two syllable name (Tessie), and we found with our old dog that adding a third syllable to the name when you call her (i.e. Tess Marie!). So now she goes by Emma! and Emma Bean!. Cute as shit, with big ears like the Taco Bell Dog that should stay the same size whilst her body gets bigger. I don't have the capabilities to put a picture up, but she looks quite a bit like Macgregor way out in Australia.
next five: "look out the window" by the walkmen; "mother sky (by can)" by calla; "social studies" by idaho; "you can fucking sure as hell take this show (and shove it up yer ass)" by lois lane; and "classic noodlanding" by do make say think.
in the stereo: Idaho.
And you give me a reason.
Eeek Gads! All those Montanans with theories about a little room in Sweden where this group of ten men decide the fortunes of the world just might have a basis. Bush is related to Churchill? And the Royal Family? What's next? How much more fucking silver can his spoon get? I'll say it once and again, the man was born on third base and thinks he hit a triple. Now, it seems, he was born during a fucking GrandslamThatWonTheWorldSeries home run trot. Jeez!us!
I'm in my office, typing on an old computer with a fast connection, listening to
a great band that gets no propers, waiting to go downstairs to the dreaded tutoring hour where I will attempt to hide in a ten by ten room so that the secretary will choose one of the other grad students.
And the Real World is officially a disgrace. I agree with Mjarcie, except about the guy from PA, who seems to be the most real of the crew. If The Real World is the real world, then all you ladies are money-grubbing wannabe strippers, and all us guys say things like "YOU COULD TOTALLY HAVE HER!" and tongue kiss in the middle of a club in front of cameras.
And I almost forgot: My family got a new dog! She is about as cute as can be, A
West Highland Terrier. My mom named her Emma, and my brother came up with the (Absolute necessary) middle name of Bean. Emma Bean Kuhn. See, for most dogs it's a good idea to have a two syllable name (Tessie), and we found with our old dog that adding a third syllable to the name when you call her (i.e. Tess Marie!). So now she goes by Emma! and Emma Bean!. Cute as shit, with big ears like the Taco Bell Dog that should stay the same size whilst her body gets bigger. I don't have the capabilities to put a picture up, but she looks quite a bit like Macgregor way out in Australia.
next five: "look out the window" by the walkmen; "mother sky (by can)" by calla; "social studies" by idaho; "you can fucking sure as hell take this show (and shove it up yer ass)" by lois lane; and "classic noodlanding" by do make say think.
in the stereo: Idaho.
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