Phlegm. Fligm. Flem. Phlum.
I had a dream we were in the forests of Wyoming. We followed the train tracks home because it was faster. A quaint bridge hung above us and the tracks, when from under it 4 wolves came running after us. You didn't make it. They tore you to shreds. I found a rock to throw, scared off 2 and smashed the others. Not sure it had any meaning at all really...
I bought Big Fish for Noelle. I think she'll like it. I think it's perfect. I think she'll grow to appreciate it more when she's older.
Fuckwounds... I have a slight scar that runs 9 inches or so on the right-hand side of my ribs: as though a knife gently grazed me deep enough to leave a mark... or a cat... who knows?
I got a call a couple of weeks ago on Laura's phone when she left it at home:
"Hi, is Laura there?"
Me:
"No. She went out to that shitty bar with her friend Rose and forgot her phone here. Do you have Rose's number?"
(Voice changes from fluent English speaking to a mocking Asian tone.)
"Uhh-uhh-uhh, so you saying Raura not there?"
"No, she's at the bar. Do you want Rose's number?"
"Uhh-uhh-uhh... so she not there?"
"No dude. She's not here."
"Uhh.. uhh.."
"UHH-UHH-UHH! You're funny dude."
"So Raura not there?"
"NO! WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!"
(This continues for 15 minutes)
"I Raura's uncle. I calling from South Korea. My English not so good."
Whoops.
I sound like agent Deepthroat, or a black pornstar from the 70's, or a male Patty or Selma, except I'm coughing snot.
Party at my house tonight. Strictly byob. I hate most people so I'm not letting the myspace world know until an hour before. Starts at 11. Come.
I bought Big Fish for Noelle. I think she'll like it. I think it's perfect. I think she'll grow to appreciate it more when she's older.
Fuckwounds... I have a slight scar that runs 9 inches or so on the right-hand side of my ribs: as though a knife gently grazed me deep enough to leave a mark... or a cat... who knows?
I got a call a couple of weeks ago on Laura's phone when she left it at home:
"Hi, is Laura there?"
Me:
"No. She went out to that shitty bar with her friend Rose and forgot her phone here. Do you have Rose's number?"
(Voice changes from fluent English speaking to a mocking Asian tone.)
"Uhh-uhh-uhh, so you saying Raura not there?"
"No, she's at the bar. Do you want Rose's number?"
"Uhh-uhh-uhh... so she not there?"
"No dude. She's not here."
"Uhh.. uhh.."
"UHH-UHH-UHH! You're funny dude."
"So Raura not there?"
"NO! WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!"
(This continues for 15 minutes)
"I Raura's uncle. I calling from South Korea. My English not so good."
Whoops.
I sound like agent Deepthroat, or a black pornstar from the 70's, or a male Patty or Selma, except I'm coughing snot.
Party at my house tonight. Strictly byob. I hate most people so I'm not letting the myspace world know until an hour before. Starts at 11. Come.