What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man.
Salt n' pepa.
Anywho, I hadn't updated in awhile, so I figure I might as well. I don't really have any time to kill, but I slaughter the mofo nevertheless. I've done a lot of ...things...lately. But I can't really think of any offhand and I'm sure they probably weren't terribly exciting.
What I can tell you is that today I went to Mum with Rachel and saw a puppet show version of A Midsummer Night's Dream, but it really didn't involve many puppets at all. But it was good. And before it I had sushiiii and afterwards Rachel and I ate a pint of ice cream. Mmm.
Last week was absolutely horrendously horrible. Terrible. If you spoke with me, I was probably irritable and annoyed. But come on, I had two motivational speakers on consecutive days. Both of which were awful and I mocked mercilessly. I am a bad person, but at least I'm not a fucking moron motivational speaker. Christ, just get a legitimate career and stop trying to convert me to christianity/ sell your books to me.
Anywho, now that I can sleep, things are better. I haven't remembered a dream in quite some time. I asked my mom if I could pour a bunch of jello mix into our pool so I could swim in jello, but she's dismissed my idea, thus crushing my dream. There's always gazebos with trampolines inside, if you know what I mean (and I can bet you do not).
This is the last line of the hilarious poem I wrote for that ridiculous unity bull for school:
Embrace the blurry coast,
embrace, embrace, embrace!
Tip your hat and say goodnight,
nighty-night, human race.
I wasn't sure people would realize it was a joke...I saw this one poem called "4 ways of looking at shoes". Reading those things is both a hilarious and sickening experience.
I need a million shots because I'm about 90% sure I'm going to Thailand and Cambodia, bitchezzzzz.
Nighty-night, human race.
-Lindsay (since when do I sign this sucker?)
Anywho, I hadn't updated in awhile, so I figure I might as well. I don't really have any time to kill, but I slaughter the mofo nevertheless. I've done a lot of ...things...lately. But I can't really think of any offhand and I'm sure they probably weren't terribly exciting.
What I can tell you is that today I went to Mum with Rachel and saw a puppet show version of A Midsummer Night's Dream, but it really didn't involve many puppets at all. But it was good. And before it I had sushiiii and afterwards Rachel and I ate a pint of ice cream. Mmm.
Last week was absolutely horrendously horrible. Terrible. If you spoke with me, I was probably irritable and annoyed. But come on, I had two motivational speakers on consecutive days. Both of which were awful and I mocked mercilessly. I am a bad person, but at least I'm not a fucking moron motivational speaker. Christ, just get a legitimate career and stop trying to convert me to christianity/ sell your books to me.
Anywho, now that I can sleep, things are better. I haven't remembered a dream in quite some time. I asked my mom if I could pour a bunch of jello mix into our pool so I could swim in jello, but she's dismissed my idea, thus crushing my dream. There's always gazebos with trampolines inside, if you know what I mean (and I can bet you do not).
This is the last line of the hilarious poem I wrote for that ridiculous unity bull for school:
Embrace the blurry coast,
embrace, embrace, embrace!
Tip your hat and say goodnight,
nighty-night, human race.
I wasn't sure people would realize it was a joke...I saw this one poem called "4 ways of looking at shoes". Reading those things is both a hilarious and sickening experience.
I need a million shots because I'm about 90% sure I'm going to Thailand and Cambodia, bitchezzzzz.
Nighty-night, human race.
-Lindsay (since when do I sign this sucker?)