doobedoobedoo
So I'm sitting in Robbie's living room, writing this on Franks laptop. It's tres fun. We're all very bored and no one can think of something that doesn't involve money or cold. I mean as an activity for this evening. Frank: There's nothing to do. Robbie: I DON"T HAVE ANY MONEY!!! Why don't I have any money?
Poor Robbie.
Other than that, nothing new. I head back to Oshkosh tomorrow, anyone from there who reads this (so, really, Rene) gimme a call if you wanna hang.
ROBBIE: God dammit.
FRANK: It's only cause we don't have money.
ROBBIE: If I had money we'd be out doing stuff.
FRANK: Suck it up, Rob.
ROBBIE: I will not mooch.
I feel like John Cusak in High Fidelity.
All I need now is my Marie DeSalle.
Poor Robbie.
Other than that, nothing new. I head back to Oshkosh tomorrow, anyone from there who reads this (so, really, Rene) gimme a call if you wanna hang.
ROBBIE: God dammit.
FRANK: It's only cause we don't have money.
ROBBIE: If I had money we'd be out doing stuff.
FRANK: Suck it up, Rob.
ROBBIE: I will not mooch.
I feel like John Cusak in High Fidelity.
All I need now is my Marie DeSalle.