Do you think that you can hold on when the beat gets too strong
Hopefully that's the only time my subject line is a lyric, because that's annoying.
Well friends, it's time to make a report on the day's activities. Main case in point: I just consumed half of an entire box of chocolate lucky charms. Yes, that's right...chocolate. And I didn't take that bitch gradually. I dumped all of it into a giant trough and ate it all at once.
And now...I am swallowing in a futile effort to hold my own vomit down below my mouth.
By the way, if anyone can obtain some diet cherry vanilla dr. pepper for me...I would love you forever. Well, that's a lie. But I would thank you for giving me a free soda.
Sorry guys, car talk for a second: I might actually be trading the Honda for another car, a 97 Nissan Sentra. But if it falls through...spread the word (if you feel so inclined) that I have a car for sale. It's a 1990 Honda Civic with 179000 miles. If you or anyone you know has interest in purchasing this for somewhere in the neighborhood of $1200, please contact me (Jeffrey). It's a great car...ignore my past entries that curse at it--that was just the cocaine talking.
I have a final exam sitting in front of me that's due Friday. 150 questions. Nobody cares, including me. Will I erase that last sentence? Well...no.
A note for Jannah: You should recognize the significance of our conversation last night. Not because of the content (obviously fruitless) but because I missed Conan O'Brien because of it. Now, I'm not saying one of you is better than the other...but I AM saying that Christopher Walken was on, and I missed it. Christopher Walken. My main man. I'll see it in reruns though, it's all cools.
Hobos and Hash Browns,
Jeffrey
Well friends, it's time to make a report on the day's activities. Main case in point: I just consumed half of an entire box of chocolate lucky charms. Yes, that's right...chocolate. And I didn't take that bitch gradually. I dumped all of it into a giant trough and ate it all at once.
And now...I am swallowing in a futile effort to hold my own vomit down below my mouth.
By the way, if anyone can obtain some diet cherry vanilla dr. pepper for me...I would love you forever. Well, that's a lie. But I would thank you for giving me a free soda.
Sorry guys, car talk for a second: I might actually be trading the Honda for another car, a 97 Nissan Sentra. But if it falls through...spread the word (if you feel so inclined) that I have a car for sale. It's a 1990 Honda Civic with 179000 miles. If you or anyone you know has interest in purchasing this for somewhere in the neighborhood of $1200, please contact me (Jeffrey). It's a great car...ignore my past entries that curse at it--that was just the cocaine talking.
I have a final exam sitting in front of me that's due Friday. 150 questions. Nobody cares, including me. Will I erase that last sentence? Well...no.
A note for Jannah: You should recognize the significance of our conversation last night. Not because of the content (obviously fruitless) but because I missed Conan O'Brien because of it. Now, I'm not saying one of you is better than the other...but I AM saying that Christopher Walken was on, and I missed it. Christopher Walken. My main man. I'll see it in reruns though, it's all cools.
Hobos and Hash Browns,
Jeffrey