GOD HELP ME, IT'S THE SOUND THAT MAKES ME PUNCH INFANTS
You guys, I've been listening to the song Reconstruction Site by the Weakerthans on repeat for like three days. So good.
On Friday after work I went to Justin's Christmas party, where I drank 7+ rye and cokes, was a champion at drunk Twister, befriended a Taiwanese dj, and persuaded two boys to make out under the mistletoe.
Saturday after work I met with MaryAnne and her lady friend for a drink before Suz's dinner. Then we went to Tanpopo and I ate a lot of rice and sashimi and we had inappropriate conversations and drank sake. Then I came home and Chris and Val were getting drunk with Tamara, who passed out on the couch in about twenty minutes. Then the three of us solved riddles, ate pizza pops, and sat on the floor of my room talking about music.
Sunday after work I came home and got stoned with the roommates plus some other people who had come by for ice cream cake after ice skating. We watched Pump Up the Volume with CHRISTIAN SLATER and then after everyone went home or to bed Tamara and I sat up watching terrible old tv shows like Roseanne and The Cosby Show. And then we looked at my photo albums because we were talking about terrible hairstyles but we got distracted because we couldn't stop laughing at this picture:
There are several amazing things happening here: first off, I am wearing a fishing hat, yes. I wore it maybe a lot when I was 14. Secondly, Riley and I are both wearing sunglasses we got at Burger King as a Wild Wild West promo. And MOST IMPORTANTLY look at Maddie, who appears to be some kind of 50-year-old biker trapped in the body of a child. Honestly, we couldn't even look at it. It was too hilarious for our stoned brains.
I am listening to Dane Cook now. He's pretty funny but he should stop laughing at his own jokes. It's unbecoming in a stand-up comedian.
On Friday after work I went to Justin's Christmas party, where I drank 7+ rye and cokes, was a champion at drunk Twister, befriended a Taiwanese dj, and persuaded two boys to make out under the mistletoe.
Saturday after work I met with MaryAnne and her lady friend for a drink before Suz's dinner. Then we went to Tanpopo and I ate a lot of rice and sashimi and we had inappropriate conversations and drank sake. Then I came home and Chris and Val were getting drunk with Tamara, who passed out on the couch in about twenty minutes. Then the three of us solved riddles, ate pizza pops, and sat on the floor of my room talking about music.
Sunday after work I came home and got stoned with the roommates plus some other people who had come by for ice cream cake after ice skating. We watched Pump Up the Volume with CHRISTIAN SLATER and then after everyone went home or to bed Tamara and I sat up watching terrible old tv shows like Roseanne and The Cosby Show. And then we looked at my photo albums because we were talking about terrible hairstyles but we got distracted because we couldn't stop laughing at this picture:
There are several amazing things happening here: first off, I am wearing a fishing hat, yes. I wore it maybe a lot when I was 14. Secondly, Riley and I are both wearing sunglasses we got at Burger King as a Wild Wild West promo. And MOST IMPORTANTLY look at Maddie, who appears to be some kind of 50-year-old biker trapped in the body of a child. Honestly, we couldn't even look at it. It was too hilarious for our stoned brains.
I am listening to Dane Cook now. He's pretty funny but he should stop laughing at his own jokes. It's unbecoming in a stand-up comedian.