Sep 21, 2006 20:17
Again, another day.
There was this weird flesh-like scab-like phenomena in Nick's wrap today, so he went meandering to the lunch lady and was like "this looks like monkey skin," and she got all anal and kicked him out of the kitchen.
Which was pretty cool.
I'm psyched for kayaking this saturday- last hope excursion was swike. We cleaned up peoples crap under the boardwalk and there were all these beers, cigarettes, condoms, like badass gimmicks, and then three large cups of organic blueberry yogurt.
People, man, I tell ya!
ANYWAY, next november thirteenth, I Pamela Joan Wegener of Long Island, will be within a stadium-radius from the REAL, and I'm talking absolutely no artificial artist reproduction, but the ACTUAL, TANGIBLE, I can feel/hear/see/smell-you BOB DYLAN, and it's going to be magnificent.