pre-co-cious adj., forward in development
i accidentally flashed my boobs to random morning commuters as i switched my bag from one shoulder to the other - this damn buttondown shirt has a habit of getting caught on a shoulder strap and opening right up, and that is exactly what it did. luckily, i happened to glance down and notice that i was exposing myself before the entire bus, which was on it's way towards me, got a show too.
it feels so nice to have money again, not because i give a shit about money - unless you owe me some - but because it sucks ass to be flat broke.
free pizza night on tuesday was sweet - ryan brought casey, who forgot her ID, but was let in anyway. they had mini tacos, which were an excellent suprise.
we are babysitting pete's ball python, named 8-ball, while he is in italy for a month. he brought the little guy over last night and i giggled and said 'now we have 2 balls" and m told me im a geek, cos i am. it is quite a bit smaller than thurston, who is close to 5 feet long, and is only a year old or so, maybe a foot long at most. he rules and we let him crawl around a big palm tree branch in the living room. he stretched way out and was in snake heaven. lloyd moved to the other side of the room because he kept envisioning the snake falling from above, into his lap, and scaring the shit out of him.
gamby's big adventure : postgraduation road trip - hoover dam - grand canyon - vegas - 6.5 perc 10s - walking down the main drag - puke city - yellow bile - dude - you made that.
lloyd on the lamb : poor lloyd, awol from the army and doing his best to keep a low profile. last night he sang us a cadence they marched to in bootcamp, about napalm burning people, and it was FUCKED up. i cannot begin to imagine how he must feel about his situation. he told us that, if they catch him, he could get the death penalty for desertion. we are glad he's back, of course. if he had decided to stay the last time he went back, he was going to email us stories from other soldiers, for m and i to publish and distribute in a zine. he still might try to publish something, a book maybe. i told him he could call it a real american hero, and sang it to the g.i.joe theme, but for real, he should do something.
it feels so nice to have money again, not because i give a shit about money - unless you owe me some - but because it sucks ass to be flat broke.
free pizza night on tuesday was sweet - ryan brought casey, who forgot her ID, but was let in anyway. they had mini tacos, which were an excellent suprise.
we are babysitting pete's ball python, named 8-ball, while he is in italy for a month. he brought the little guy over last night and i giggled and said 'now we have 2 balls" and m told me im a geek, cos i am. it is quite a bit smaller than thurston, who is close to 5 feet long, and is only a year old or so, maybe a foot long at most. he rules and we let him crawl around a big palm tree branch in the living room. he stretched way out and was in snake heaven. lloyd moved to the other side of the room because he kept envisioning the snake falling from above, into his lap, and scaring the shit out of him.
gamby's big adventure : postgraduation road trip - hoover dam - grand canyon - vegas - 6.5 perc 10s - walking down the main drag - puke city - yellow bile - dude - you made that.
lloyd on the lamb : poor lloyd, awol from the army and doing his best to keep a low profile. last night he sang us a cadence they marched to in bootcamp, about napalm burning people, and it was FUCKED up. i cannot begin to imagine how he must feel about his situation. he told us that, if they catch him, he could get the death penalty for desertion. we are glad he's back, of course. if he had decided to stay the last time he went back, he was going to email us stories from other soldiers, for m and i to publish and distribute in a zine. he still might try to publish something, a book maybe. i told him he could call it a real american hero, and sang it to the g.i.joe theme, but for real, he should do something.