in their arrogance.
i may have put a rush order on amanda tonight to leave franklin with me.
i wanted to get home to catch comedy centrals last laugh of 04
and plus i needed to be in livejournal before midnight.
you see because tomorrow i'll title an entry with a quote from a jazzy groove.
and tell you the day's good.
and i don't want to have two post in one day.
or at least not two in one day, two days in a row.
i'de rather have a three in one, one in the other.
like oh my gosh
and so right on
decided about this why don't you: which would you prefer?
a shaved carrot salad.
or a hearty soup with a ranch broth?
but so getting realer: i drank to much last night. and i smoked to much last night.
i spent a few hours wet and maybe a little embarrassed.
tim sylvia, probably in attempt at some sort of sick revenge
just because i had dropped a little dribble of drink on him...
intentionally splashed his entire beverage on me.
he also refused to give me one brief embrace.
a dick and a half, i know.
he did however inspire me to buy the bright eyes christmas album.
Christmas, is the saddest song ever written.
mainly because...
jesus was born in like august?
and so though thats yet to happen
i know
regardless of what it sounds like,
nothing can hold a candle to bare naked ladies christmas covers.
god rest ye' merry gentle man via bare naked and sarah mclaughlin,
IS MY FAVORITE SONG IN THE ENTIRE WORLD.
and all flack considered (ahem)
i really think i should be allowed to enjoy it just as much in august
as i do in december.
about today?
im still spending today hung over a.k.a (better felt as) cracked out.
so sorry dig.
but tomorrow is december 13.
thats as good a day as any.
a winter vibration i just love.
and i love you night night.
i wanted to get home to catch comedy centrals last laugh of 04
and plus i needed to be in livejournal before midnight.
you see because tomorrow i'll title an entry with a quote from a jazzy groove.
and tell you the day's good.
and i don't want to have two post in one day.
or at least not two in one day, two days in a row.
i'de rather have a three in one, one in the other.
like oh my gosh
and so right on
decided about this why don't you: which would you prefer?
a shaved carrot salad.
or a hearty soup with a ranch broth?
but so getting realer: i drank to much last night. and i smoked to much last night.
i spent a few hours wet and maybe a little embarrassed.
tim sylvia, probably in attempt at some sort of sick revenge
just because i had dropped a little dribble of drink on him...
intentionally splashed his entire beverage on me.
he also refused to give me one brief embrace.
a dick and a half, i know.
he did however inspire me to buy the bright eyes christmas album.
Christmas, is the saddest song ever written.
mainly because...
jesus was born in like august?
and so though thats yet to happen
i know
regardless of what it sounds like,
nothing can hold a candle to bare naked ladies christmas covers.
god rest ye' merry gentle man via bare naked and sarah mclaughlin,
IS MY FAVORITE SONG IN THE ENTIRE WORLD.
and all flack considered (ahem)
i really think i should be allowed to enjoy it just as much in august
as i do in december.
about today?
im still spending today hung over a.k.a (better felt as) cracked out.
so sorry dig.
but tomorrow is december 13.
thats as good a day as any.
a winter vibration i just love.
and i love you night night.