scoots
say hi to sheila and ralph for me, and wish them my best. hi to charlie as well. give jim a high five too.
a quick sum up of (almost) the past month in mcboober land: finished recording rock songs with the rest of these idiots here and our good friend, who we'll call john, at his sweet new studio (sounds pretty good to my ears), immensely enjoyed the holidays and a much needed break from teaching (but have been accepted into a master's program which will start next fall-- the fun doesn't end baby), finally saw lord of the rings troisieme edition (need i saw anything?), taught myself how to juggle 4, count them, 4 balls (not testicles though.. that's next month), visited marc and his family and special friend, who we'll call annie, and rocked out to cunt puppet (awesomeness, pure sweet crude awesomeness-- nice work jesse), celebrated my 6th month wedding anniversary (a piece of cake, though not literally.. i really don't like cake that much-- a little trivia there for you), and experienced internal hilarity at the place i work out at, which i call bully's because of all the meatheads that hog the equipment and mirror space there-- gotta love testosterone (here's the story... imagine the biggest dude you could think of, lifting at one, just one, machine while i went through an entire half hour routine... imagine him pumping out those reps like a champ, sweating all over the fucking machine and floor and ceiling and in my eye... imagine him finishing up an obviously tough set and belting out, all of the sudden in a perfectly quiet room mind you, "aye-yiye-ya-ca-ca!" in the girliest, high pitched voice possible... i couldn't decide whether i should i tell him he just yelled out loud, or that his shirt was on backwards... which it was.)
anyways, a lot more happened but i've probably bored you already and i'm tired after typing out that whole stupid story.
aye-yiye-ya-ca-ca!!!
say hi to sheila and ralph for me, and wish them my best. hi to charlie as well. give jim a high five too.
a quick sum up of (almost) the past month in mcboober land: finished recording rock songs with the rest of these idiots here and our good friend, who we'll call john, at his sweet new studio (sounds pretty good to my ears), immensely enjoyed the holidays and a much needed break from teaching (but have been accepted into a master's program which will start next fall-- the fun doesn't end baby), finally saw lord of the rings troisieme edition (need i saw anything?), taught myself how to juggle 4, count them, 4 balls (not testicles though.. that's next month), visited marc and his family and special friend, who we'll call annie, and rocked out to cunt puppet (awesomeness, pure sweet crude awesomeness-- nice work jesse), celebrated my 6th month wedding anniversary (a piece of cake, though not literally.. i really don't like cake that much-- a little trivia there for you), and experienced internal hilarity at the place i work out at, which i call bully's because of all the meatheads that hog the equipment and mirror space there-- gotta love testosterone (here's the story... imagine the biggest dude you could think of, lifting at one, just one, machine while i went through an entire half hour routine... imagine him pumping out those reps like a champ, sweating all over the fucking machine and floor and ceiling and in my eye... imagine him finishing up an obviously tough set and belting out, all of the sudden in a perfectly quiet room mind you, "aye-yiye-ya-ca-ca!" in the girliest, high pitched voice possible... i couldn't decide whether i should i tell him he just yelled out loud, or that his shirt was on backwards... which it was.)
anyways, a lot more happened but i've probably bored you already and i'm tired after typing out that whole stupid story.
aye-yiye-ya-ca-ca!!!
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home