a cup of sugar for a margarita? what are you trying to pull?
i just went on a run. dang.
so i went to western this weekend...and i got a giant hole put in my ear. it hurts, but it's a good hurt...like a massage or something. not really. it's more of a aching screamfest. not really. it's just kind of annoying. it's right through the middle of my ear. i think i like it.
being at western was so awesome though. i love hanging out with josh, and i hardly ever get the chance to...so it just felt nice to hang out with him like i do on breaks. i hope he can come visit me here. we had thai food, i bought a new jacket, we got new ear holes, played frisbee, made nachos, drank some rum and cokes, lent some idiot girls a cup of sugar for margaritas (what the hell?), danced around, jumped off of the second story balcony into a flower bed, and had some good talks.
i have to write some article about porn for the observer. stupid. anybody who is going to buy porn probably already buys porn. EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT! PORN SOLD IN TWO CREEPY MEASLEY PLACES IN ELLENSBURG! it's breaking news...so anyway, nobody wants to be put in the paper for selling porn, so i'm way screwed (no pun intended. zing.) and i dont want to make it an opinion piece because i don't want people to think i'm some creepy porn guy who has all of these opinions about it and all.
i want to fight fires...with my bare fists. i want to ride a bike alllll over the place with traci...and anybody else that wants to go. i want to make good music that doesnt sound angry. but mostly, i want spaghetti. mmmmmmmmm spaghetti.
i love you.
so i went to western this weekend...and i got a giant hole put in my ear. it hurts, but it's a good hurt...like a massage or something. not really. it's more of a aching screamfest. not really. it's just kind of annoying. it's right through the middle of my ear. i think i like it.
being at western was so awesome though. i love hanging out with josh, and i hardly ever get the chance to...so it just felt nice to hang out with him like i do on breaks. i hope he can come visit me here. we had thai food, i bought a new jacket, we got new ear holes, played frisbee, made nachos, drank some rum and cokes, lent some idiot girls a cup of sugar for margaritas (what the hell?), danced around, jumped off of the second story balcony into a flower bed, and had some good talks.
i have to write some article about porn for the observer. stupid. anybody who is going to buy porn probably already buys porn. EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT! PORN SOLD IN TWO CREEPY MEASLEY PLACES IN ELLENSBURG! it's breaking news...so anyway, nobody wants to be put in the paper for selling porn, so i'm way screwed (no pun intended. zing.) and i dont want to make it an opinion piece because i don't want people to think i'm some creepy porn guy who has all of these opinions about it and all.
i want to fight fires...with my bare fists. i want to ride a bike alllll over the place with traci...and anybody else that wants to go. i want to make good music that doesnt sound angry. but mostly, i want spaghetti. mmmmmmmmm spaghetti.
i love you.