Cala a boca, rapaz
Hey gang! Remember me? Good. Neither do I. Man, it's been a while, hasn't it, kiddies?
Well, I know I say this every time, but life just keeps rolling on and rockin'. Lately I've been busy like it's my job or something. It's ridic. I feel so "college" right now. My outfit, my unshaven face, being up at 3:30 in the morning doing nothing.--What the crap. Eurhythmics doing a cover of Winter Wonderland just came on randomly on my Winamp playlist. Gah. I really need to delete all of these Christmas songs that I downloaded for a Christmas party mix CD. This is retarded.
Side note: When I was little I sometimes used to think, What if I'm really retarded, and everyone is just being really nice to me? I mean, there's no way I would know if I was. I mentioned that to Carly once pretty soon after I had met her (I know, I like to play the big cards early), and she said that when she was little she had always wondered the same thing too. That's pretty weird. I wonder if anyone else thought that or if it was just us. I wonder if I really am retarded and everyone's just being nice to me. . . . Gah, who let the two retarded kids play together again.
Speaking of mustard, I'm really wondering when these mice or going to go ahead and have their freaking babies again. Maybe they just really are fat. Oh you gluttonous little mice . . .
Alsoly, guess who I had the honor and pleasure of witnessing in concert last night. Guess. No really, try. I bet you at least the $7 I have in my wallet right now you won't get it. Ready?
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That's right! COOLIO!
Coolioolio.
I know, I know. I'll let you touch my face if you would like.
Addendum: This evening I viewed Shaun of the Dead with a free pizza and stolen popcorn. Good movie. "Listen Shaun, I'm sorry. No really, I'm sorry." But anyway, it was funny, as I was driving home I was just noticing all these little funny things about the world around me, outside of my car. There were a good number of people out (for 2:45 in the morning), but the thing that struck me even more was that there were weird things going on. Hot dog stands still open. Spinners on cars. A random flash of a hypothetical car crash in my mind. A boy standing on a dumpster next to the road and then jumping off. It was all there. And that was just it. That was it. This place is strange. By this place I mean the world. And by strange I mean weird, but in a good way. It's these little doses of insanity living inside of all of us that make me laugh and remind me of how ridiculous life can be at times. ["FEBRURARY IS PET DENTAL MONTH"]Thank God.
Along those same lines, we married off one of our friends today.
Hm, I think I'm going to play with the mice.
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Andy
Well, I know I say this every time, but life just keeps rolling on and rockin'. Lately I've been busy like it's my job or something. It's ridic. I feel so "college" right now. My outfit, my unshaven face, being up at 3:30 in the morning doing nothing.--What the crap. Eurhythmics doing a cover of Winter Wonderland just came on randomly on my Winamp playlist. Gah. I really need to delete all of these Christmas songs that I downloaded for a Christmas party mix CD. This is retarded.
Side note: When I was little I sometimes used to think, What if I'm really retarded, and everyone is just being really nice to me? I mean, there's no way I would know if I was. I mentioned that to Carly once pretty soon after I had met her (I know, I like to play the big cards early), and she said that when she was little she had always wondered the same thing too. That's pretty weird. I wonder if anyone else thought that or if it was just us. I wonder if I really am retarded and everyone's just being nice to me. . . . Gah, who let the two retarded kids play together again.
Speaking of mustard, I'm really wondering when these mice or going to go ahead and have their freaking babies again. Maybe they just really are fat. Oh you gluttonous little mice . . .
Alsoly, guess who I had the honor and pleasure of witnessing in concert last night. Guess. No really, try. I bet you at least the $7 I have in my wallet right now you won't get it. Ready?
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.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
That's right! COOLIO!
Coolioolio.
I know, I know. I'll let you touch my face if you would like.
Addendum: This evening I viewed Shaun of the Dead with a free pizza and stolen popcorn. Good movie. "Listen Shaun, I'm sorry. No really, I'm sorry." But anyway, it was funny, as I was driving home I was just noticing all these little funny things about the world around me, outside of my car. There were a good number of people out (for 2:45 in the morning), but the thing that struck me even more was that there were weird things going on. Hot dog stands still open. Spinners on cars. A random flash of a hypothetical car crash in my mind. A boy standing on a dumpster next to the road and then jumping off. It was all there. And that was just it. That was it. This place is strange. By this place I mean the world. And by strange I mean weird, but in a good way. It's these little doses of insanity living inside of all of us that make me laugh and remind me of how ridiculous life can be at times. ["FEBRURARY IS PET DENTAL MONTH"]Thank God.
Along those same lines, we married off one of our friends today.
Hm, I think I'm going to play with the mice.
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Andy