Television is scary.
If I had a blog, by definition, would it have to be significantly more serious and self-involved than this could ever be?
I think so.
I was doing my laundry at the Ultramat today and there was this very intense dude in there. He was my height, roughly, and weighed about 100 pounds. Dressed in female clothes, tramp stamp on his lower back, folding his thongs and saying "bitch" every so often. I swear to god he was washing his leather boots and putting them through the dryer. He struggled to put them on under his jeans. Several pairs.
There was also a man folding a very, very large blanket. On this fleece blanket was a gigantic American flag and a violent looking eagle. I really, really wish I had one of those.
"Oh god, Tom Petty." - Ros.
Now, it's time to watch Tom Petty. Oh no, there's a floating, glowing flying V, and a mob of women attacking Petty on his heart shaped stage. His voice sounds so so so bad right now. American Girl, it's time to retire.
(...did I just live blog?)
I think so.
I was doing my laundry at the Ultramat today and there was this very intense dude in there. He was my height, roughly, and weighed about 100 pounds. Dressed in female clothes, tramp stamp on his lower back, folding his thongs and saying "bitch" every so often. I swear to god he was washing his leather boots and putting them through the dryer. He struggled to put them on under his jeans. Several pairs.
There was also a man folding a very, very large blanket. On this fleece blanket was a gigantic American flag and a violent looking eagle. I really, really wish I had one of those.
"Oh god, Tom Petty." - Ros.
Now, it's time to watch Tom Petty. Oh no, there's a floating, glowing flying V, and a mob of women attacking Petty on his heart shaped stage. His voice sounds so so so bad right now. American Girl, it's time to retire.
(...did I just live blog?)