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I went to take the dog out for a walk two afternoons ago, and the half-hour I intended to keep it extended into about a four hour long Wizard of Oz-type journey across the mystical land of New York City. Freddy was bitching (no pun intended) and I had to buy him some doggie bones, 'cause he had this look in his eyes that threatened me, giving me the sense that he'd pee on my shoes unless I gave him the goodies. Freddy's a dog, not some guy that likes to pee on people. But anyway, as we made it through Times Square, I passed the movie theaters and there were these crowds of people in a three-mile line to see that new "Pirates of the Caribbean" flick so bad. I actually saw one mom point to an Orlando Bloom poster and tell her three year old daughter, "You see this man? When you get older, I want you to find a man just like him." The girl's probably going to be a lesbian in fifteen years' time. You know, some people get tired of New York after a while but the city never gets old to me when everywhere you turn, people say the wackiest shit. Only in NYC, baby.
I bought a falafel from a guy nearby. He overcharged me $.25, I almost bitched but felt bad because he started cursing me in Hindu. I apologized and walked away. Freddy was like, "I don't know this dude, quit staring." My dog is such a diva, all he's missing is a million-buck recording contract. Million dolla licky licky own butt.
Elizabeth posted this really weird cover of Livin' La Vida Loca one day and asked me to write a deep, thoughtful analysis of it but I figured it'd take me a few beers before I even attempt to do that here so I will instead do it in a comment or something so only she'd pay attention. Growl. But the mention of Ricky made me cry a little bit because it reminded me of how much I missed Rickolas. I was gonna fight Fabio for him.
Sheryl Crow's wrath is great, and I don't want to make the same mistake of excluding her from anything I write on here in fear of her hunting me down and showing me exactly what kind of changes won't do me any good. So here's a mention, I hope I've earned myself safety for the next few days.
I keep forgetting to buy certain things from the grocery, damnit. Last week it was the milk and two days ago it was the margarine. I might need to get a separate journal where I just type in my grocery lists, and randomly put photos of models on it corresponding to the products I need to buy. This is a tactic to help enhance the information retaining process. If I need milk? Picture of girl with big jugs. If I need cheese? Dude wearing thick boots. If I need beer? Homer Simpson. It's thinking of the wise, my friends.
Excuse me as I go check out the Miss Universe website.
P.S. Note to self again: Reservations at 8.
I bought a falafel from a guy nearby. He overcharged me $.25, I almost bitched but felt bad because he started cursing me in Hindu. I apologized and walked away. Freddy was like, "I don't know this dude, quit staring." My dog is such a diva, all he's missing is a million-buck recording contract. Million dolla licky licky own butt.
Elizabeth posted this really weird cover of Livin' La Vida Loca one day and asked me to write a deep, thoughtful analysis of it but I figured it'd take me a few beers before I even attempt to do that here so I will instead do it in a comment or something so only she'd pay attention. Growl. But the mention of Ricky made me cry a little bit because it reminded me of how much I missed Rickolas. I was gonna fight Fabio for him.
Sheryl Crow's wrath is great, and I don't want to make the same mistake of excluding her from anything I write on here in fear of her hunting me down and showing me exactly what kind of changes won't do me any good. So here's a mention, I hope I've earned myself safety for the next few days.
I keep forgetting to buy certain things from the grocery, damnit. Last week it was the milk and two days ago it was the margarine. I might need to get a separate journal where I just type in my grocery lists, and randomly put photos of models on it corresponding to the products I need to buy. This is a tactic to help enhance the information retaining process. If I need milk? Picture of girl with big jugs. If I need cheese? Dude wearing thick boots. If I need beer? Homer Simpson. It's thinking of the wise, my friends.
Excuse me as I go check out the Miss Universe website.
P.S. Note to self again: Reservations at 8.