The babes'll go spastic... hip hop is a classic...
YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! What y'all know about ball playing? C'mon now, 4/10th's of a second? FOUR TENTHS of ONE second?!! Wow. Although, I must say, I'm going to have to quit hating on The Spurs. I mean, they're good. I can give credit where it's due. They are pretty fucking good.
But guess what? WE'RE BETTER! (oh give me a break. i have to gloat somewhere, and my journal's the only safe place in this land of cacti and Spurs fans. *shiver*)
Speaking of cacti... there really isn't that much of it here in SA. And what little there is does not look like the cacti that shows up with Wil E. Coyote (Wily? Wyle E? What a clever name, but it's lost on a drunk person)... i had a sentence to finish there but got lost...damn. it was gonna be funny too.
hey, how come drunk people always think they're funnier when they're drunk? and how come they always announce how drunk they are?
"Dude, I am sooooooooooo drunk!"
"Me too! I am wasted, man."
"Yay for us."
"Yeah."
i hate when i do that. it's so dorky. and then there's that whole slow it all down so i can get it write. what's that about. just because you move slower does not mean you're doing shit right. it just means you look like an idiot.
So... right about now my uncles in LACA (that's my own little thingee for Los Angeles California) are a lil' drunk. Or, they would have been in their younger days. Poor me. I've been waiting since childhood to get old enough to party with these guys, (John, Wallace, Jawab, Vivian, Chris, Lauretta, Morris, Jeanette, John Wesley, Wayne...) and now that I am, they are all partied out. *sigh* And you know what? I'ma put Barb on there, too. Yeah, Ma. You're all partied out. That's a damned shame.
Oh well. I'll just have to drink enough for all of them. *Here's to good friends... Tonight is kinda speeeeeeccciiiaaaaaaaallllllll.....*
note-- i was gonna make this post private, because really, i have a reputation to uphold and i can't be going around showing my ass to everyone who reads these damned journals. but seeing as i haven't ever made a journal entry private, it seems rather ridiculous to start now. and i don't even then i could if i wanted to. uh ohh, signs of a drunk person is one who rambles.
i talk tooo fucking muich.
and you know what else? I LOVE EVERYBODDY! NO SERIOUSLY I DO! hey i don't know if it's because it's like 4 in the morning or because of other mitigating circumstances, but the the friends i have on lj are funny. and smart. and stuff. yeah.
But guess what? WE'RE BETTER! (oh give me a break. i have to gloat somewhere, and my journal's the only safe place in this land of cacti and Spurs fans. *shiver*)
Speaking of cacti... there really isn't that much of it here in SA. And what little there is does not look like the cacti that shows up with Wil E. Coyote (Wily? Wyle E? What a clever name, but it's lost on a drunk person)... i had a sentence to finish there but got lost...damn. it was gonna be funny too.
hey, how come drunk people always think they're funnier when they're drunk? and how come they always announce how drunk they are?
"Dude, I am sooooooooooo drunk!"
"Me too! I am wasted, man."
"Yay for us."
"Yeah."
i hate when i do that. it's so dorky. and then there's that whole slow it all down so i can get it write. what's that about. just because you move slower does not mean you're doing shit right. it just means you look like an idiot.
So... right about now my uncles in LACA (that's my own little thingee for Los Angeles California) are a lil' drunk. Or, they would have been in their younger days. Poor me. I've been waiting since childhood to get old enough to party with these guys, (John, Wallace, Jawab, Vivian, Chris, Lauretta, Morris, Jeanette, John Wesley, Wayne...) and now that I am, they are all partied out. *sigh* And you know what? I'ma put Barb on there, too. Yeah, Ma. You're all partied out. That's a damned shame.
Oh well. I'll just have to drink enough for all of them. *Here's to good friends... Tonight is kinda speeeeeeccciiiaaaaaaaallllllll.....*
note-- i was gonna make this post private, because really, i have a reputation to uphold and i can't be going around showing my ass to everyone who reads these damned journals. but seeing as i haven't ever made a journal entry private, it seems rather ridiculous to start now. and i don't even then i could if i wanted to. uh ohh, signs of a drunk person is one who rambles.
i talk tooo fucking muich.
and you know what else? I LOVE EVERYBODDY! NO SERIOUSLY I DO! hey i don't know if it's because it's like 4 in the morning or because of other mitigating circumstances, but the the friends i have on lj are funny. and smart. and stuff. yeah.