Sep 29, 2005 07:26
"People try to get ouf of themselves and
to escape from the mad. This is folly;
instead of transforming themselves into
angels, they turn themselves into beasts;
instead of lifting, they degrade
themselves. These transcendental
humors frighten me, like lofty and
inaccessible heights."
-Michel de Montaigne
Mon TANE.. squeal. I love how he's almost a verbal peeping-tom.
So anyhow. My job flippin' good. But I'm applying for another one- the night shift kind of one. Mmm - mmm biscoti bitches! I like naked mermaides anyhow, so this new job should be fun. Largo is small!
I've saved enough pennies, but I think I rather enjoy my dinosaure, so I desided I needed a mode of transportation that wasn't a smelly blue-bird. I got me a scooter! Wee! Plastic-rubber modivation.
So I saw this comming, ah such a brand biased person I'm becoming. I acutally bought a pair of shoes that people have names for. Mr. Talyor is so nice though, so I had to get me a pair of them! As well they were CHECKERED?! Whoah.
mamaah.
Mmm. Drugs.
SHOOT IT
SHOOT IT.
Later gators.
Don't Tell Anyone, Ok?,
Delo
do take my banana!