If I had no fingers and waved to you - you may just laugh at my stubs...
I almost used the phrase, "you sly devil you," but i stopped myself...thank heavens...no u know what, fuck that, thats a cool phrase, im gonna make it a point to use it twice today in repense for my ignorance towards such a beautiful phrase.
On the Daily... Everyday I like to get a Starbucks coffee at the Underground Cafe. As of mid-last week ive been gettin the "coffee of the day," which is different everyday (duh). Some of them have been really awesome, some have sucked ass. Today I ruined my coffee. It was a French Roast, which is a very dark coffee...me, somewhat tired and anxious for my coffee, decided to just be ignorant to that fact. So what i did was put my sugar in, then my cream. Only the cream wasnt turning it light (well atleast not light enough), so figuring it wasnt coming out fast enough i filled the rest of the cup with cream...not a good idea cause the coffee became the temperature of the cream, which isnt good considering that cream is refriderated. Its days like these that I want to forget...
To make matters worse... See if you live in the city, whenever you go out for a walk, you fear such things as rape, stabbings, getting hit by cars, and sketchy people. If you live in Florida you may fear hurricanes or scary flowered-shirt, miami vice infatuated, 40 year old, horny, bald dudes. If you live in farm country you may fear pitch forks, tractors, crop-circles, or people like Josh from UNH (long story). Anyways down here in Dartmouth we fear one thing, and that thing is squirrels. I dont know if u remember about the squirrel gang wars last year, but things have gotten worse. These things will take your goddam head off, and laugh as scream in agony of there ferociousness...these things could take an elephant down, they dont fuck around. I havnt seen or heard anything too extreme this year, and your probably asking yourself "why are you talking about this erich?" Ill tell you why:
Why... Today on my return from class, piss-warm coffee in hand, I saw a squirrel pass my path. This was a big fuckin squirrel, I swear to you it had fangs. So about mid-way across the path it stopped...looked at me with a look I will never forget, it slowly raised his head, and his eyes pierced my inner soul with the type of demonic look that only a UMD squirrel could give. In fright, my hands quivered, and sweat began to collect sweat upon my forehead. The squirrel stopped its nut-chomping, only adding to his stern and beastly look. I swear to you, for once in my life i felt completely inferior to a squirrel. The squirrel then took off....Now, everytime I have to walk to class, or step outside my door, I have to live in fear of squirrels...
FRIDAY: Its been two weeks since Ive seen Lisa. Tomorrow that two weeks comes to a close, and I cant wait anymore. It feels like years.
Well Im gonna watch some TV and mentally prepare myself for an hour and 15min of accounting at 2.
On the Daily... Everyday I like to get a Starbucks coffee at the Underground Cafe. As of mid-last week ive been gettin the "coffee of the day," which is different everyday (duh). Some of them have been really awesome, some have sucked ass. Today I ruined my coffee. It was a French Roast, which is a very dark coffee...me, somewhat tired and anxious for my coffee, decided to just be ignorant to that fact. So what i did was put my sugar in, then my cream. Only the cream wasnt turning it light (well atleast not light enough), so figuring it wasnt coming out fast enough i filled the rest of the cup with cream...not a good idea cause the coffee became the temperature of the cream, which isnt good considering that cream is refriderated. Its days like these that I want to forget...
To make matters worse... See if you live in the city, whenever you go out for a walk, you fear such things as rape, stabbings, getting hit by cars, and sketchy people. If you live in Florida you may fear hurricanes or scary flowered-shirt, miami vice infatuated, 40 year old, horny, bald dudes. If you live in farm country you may fear pitch forks, tractors, crop-circles, or people like Josh from UNH (long story). Anyways down here in Dartmouth we fear one thing, and that thing is squirrels. I dont know if u remember about the squirrel gang wars last year, but things have gotten worse. These things will take your goddam head off, and laugh as scream in agony of there ferociousness...these things could take an elephant down, they dont fuck around. I havnt seen or heard anything too extreme this year, and your probably asking yourself "why are you talking about this erich?" Ill tell you why:
Why... Today on my return from class, piss-warm coffee in hand, I saw a squirrel pass my path. This was a big fuckin squirrel, I swear to you it had fangs. So about mid-way across the path it stopped...looked at me with a look I will never forget, it slowly raised his head, and his eyes pierced my inner soul with the type of demonic look that only a UMD squirrel could give. In fright, my hands quivered, and sweat began to collect sweat upon my forehead. The squirrel stopped its nut-chomping, only adding to his stern and beastly look. I swear to you, for once in my life i felt completely inferior to a squirrel. The squirrel then took off....Now, everytime I have to walk to class, or step outside my door, I have to live in fear of squirrels...
FRIDAY: Its been two weeks since Ive seen Lisa. Tomorrow that two weeks comes to a close, and I cant wait anymore. It feels like years.
Well Im gonna watch some TV and mentally prepare myself for an hour and 15min of accounting at 2.