there's nothing i think about more often than this.

May 14, 2005 20:27

my dad spent a majority of the afternoon trying to defend his deck from carpenter bees by swatting every one of them with a metal spatula. there's something i love about this place, and i don't feel like i'm wasting a weekend i could be spending with my freinds. i enjoy sitting here, doing nothing, and listening to the ducks and the geese and the ( Read more... )

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comeonbalthazar May 14 2005, 21:25:31 UTC
Love: (1) a tool to get into someone elses pants without paying, (2)a desire that makes you a complete idiot detroying all rational thought, (3) an emotion felt for small furry animals before they bite you and/or pee on your hand

Now you have your complete definition of love. You can live the rest of you life happy, in one of my parents condos, using one of your many talents.

Oh come on, wouldn't you rather be killing Taylor Trocolli, or naked under a table with me at the media arts thing, appeasing the Gods of Gay? And I don't believe you for one second if that book is Ethan Frome
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