Just wondering...
WHY can I not forget this guy?
http://www.gainesvilletimes.com/news/stories/20031023/getout/506347.html
Not ugly, but not exactly REMARKABLE.
We worked and lived together for 6 freakin weeks.
He snores, he farts, he pokes you in the back while you're trying to read, he walks around singing constantly, he sweats like a pig, he wears the same 3 shirts over and over again, he throws firecrackers at you, he carries this ridiculously huge jug of water wherever he goes, and he watches more cartoons than most 8 year olds.
But he has the greenest eyes I've ever seen. And he wears a Celtic crucifix around his neck. And he spent hours playing Scrabble and Trivial Pursuit with me. And no matter how loud he gets he's still extremely funny. And he likes all the same obscure music I do. And he's obsessed with The Boondock Saints. And when he gets drunk he speaks with an Irish accent and dances with potted plants. And he tries to throw sparklers in the air and catch them...while they're lit. And he always opens the door for you. And he let me share his umbrella every time I forgot mine. And he bought me a Guinness every time our crew happened by a bar. And he missed half of a really good party because he was outside with me watching lightning. And when he laughs he sounds like a little boy. And no matter who you are, he'll rub your feet if you stick them in front of him. And all that stuff about snoring and farting? I really don't mind it at all.
You know what I wish? I wish I could put myself in a time machine and go back to this summer in VA. And...yeah. I have no idea why this is bugging me so much tonight. It just is. Getting nostalgic, aren't I? Not reeeeeally sure why. Just one of those evenings, I guess. If I can get the scanner to work I can get a picture of the 2 of us in my photo album...
http://www.gainesvilletimes.com/news/stories/20031023/getout/506347.html
Not ugly, but not exactly REMARKABLE.
We worked and lived together for 6 freakin weeks.
He snores, he farts, he pokes you in the back while you're trying to read, he walks around singing constantly, he sweats like a pig, he wears the same 3 shirts over and over again, he throws firecrackers at you, he carries this ridiculously huge jug of water wherever he goes, and he watches more cartoons than most 8 year olds.
But he has the greenest eyes I've ever seen. And he wears a Celtic crucifix around his neck. And he spent hours playing Scrabble and Trivial Pursuit with me. And no matter how loud he gets he's still extremely funny. And he likes all the same obscure music I do. And he's obsessed with The Boondock Saints. And when he gets drunk he speaks with an Irish accent and dances with potted plants. And he tries to throw sparklers in the air and catch them...while they're lit. And he always opens the door for you. And he let me share his umbrella every time I forgot mine. And he bought me a Guinness every time our crew happened by a bar. And he missed half of a really good party because he was outside with me watching lightning. And when he laughs he sounds like a little boy. And no matter who you are, he'll rub your feet if you stick them in front of him. And all that stuff about snoring and farting? I really don't mind it at all.
You know what I wish? I wish I could put myself in a time machine and go back to this summer in VA. And...yeah. I have no idea why this is bugging me so much tonight. It just is. Getting nostalgic, aren't I? Not reeeeeally sure why. Just one of those evenings, I guess. If I can get the scanner to work I can get a picture of the 2 of us in my photo album...