a perfectly spelled entry, checked by Word. awsum.
I bought an orange sweatshirt today that said, “Old guys rule,” and gave it to the neighbor dude who lent me his lawnmower for a week. Hopefully he liked the shirt and didn’t think I was some punk kid who was making fun of him for being 60-but really, old guys rule.
I’ve had some really funky impulses this week too… I took all my highlighters and colored 5 sheets of lined paper -while watching Battle Royale. It was weird. Then today I woke up around 4 in the morning and made myself French toast, which I never do, and Brea woke up groggy, wanting my toast. I am an awesome big brother so I forfeited my toast for the youngling.
Damien, you are too cool. Rock on endless summer.
Shit, that little voice in my ear in whispering again, “get a summer internship."
I’ve had some really funky impulses this week too… I took all my highlighters and colored 5 sheets of lined paper -while watching Battle Royale. It was weird. Then today I woke up around 4 in the morning and made myself French toast, which I never do, and Brea woke up groggy, wanting my toast. I am an awesome big brother so I forfeited my toast for the youngling.
Damien, you are too cool. Rock on endless summer.
Shit, that little voice in my ear in whispering again, “get a summer internship."