Bob's thighs make only a brief appearence in this entry
Hahahahaaahahaha. Hahahaha. HAHAHAHAahahahaha. Ha.
That's the sound of life. LAUGHING AT ME.
I have lost my voice. Well, not so much lost as somewhat misplaced. I can make myself understood, but I pretty much sound like a duck. And I'm at work. Do you guys know how much it sucks to lose your voice when you're working retail? 90% of what I do is deal with customers. I've had one sympathetic customer "Oh, you poor thing, you've lost your voice!", everyone else just looks at me funny.
Also, my football team got thrashed yesterday. Shellacked. Ugh. They lost the week before, too, but I attributed that to the fact that instead of watching the game I was at the Smashing Pumpkins gig. Yesterday, though, I watched with my shirt and beanie and scarf and mug and goddamned KEYRING and we still lost. I dunno, boys. I can only do so much for you, you know? At some point you're gonna have take some responsibility on yourselves.
So obviously I'm on my lunch break, but I'm not hungry, and I forgot my book so I'll bejust wandering around aimlessly as soon as my remaining 7 minutes of net time runs out. UGH. UGGGGH. I'M HAVING A CRAPPY DAY.
I want Gerard Way to come on down here and save me. HELP ME, GEEWAY. YOU'RE MY ONLY HOPE. (bring your band)
OH! But last night I had a dream that I went down a waterslide with Bob Bryer behind me, so I was in between his legs. His thighs were very strong and beefy. NGGGGGH. So at least there's that.
BOB. I want you. Right here. Right now. (bring your band)
Gah, not many minutes left, must go. Send help.
--Beck
That's the sound of life. LAUGHING AT ME.
I have lost my voice. Well, not so much lost as somewhat misplaced. I can make myself understood, but I pretty much sound like a duck. And I'm at work. Do you guys know how much it sucks to lose your voice when you're working retail? 90% of what I do is deal with customers. I've had one sympathetic customer "Oh, you poor thing, you've lost your voice!", everyone else just looks at me funny.
Also, my football team got thrashed yesterday. Shellacked. Ugh. They lost the week before, too, but I attributed that to the fact that instead of watching the game I was at the Smashing Pumpkins gig. Yesterday, though, I watched with my shirt and beanie and scarf and mug and goddamned KEYRING and we still lost. I dunno, boys. I can only do so much for you, you know? At some point you're gonna have take some responsibility on yourselves.
So obviously I'm on my lunch break, but I'm not hungry, and I forgot my book so I'll bejust wandering around aimlessly as soon as my remaining 7 minutes of net time runs out. UGH. UGGGGH. I'M HAVING A CRAPPY DAY.
I want Gerard Way to come on down here and save me. HELP ME, GEEWAY. YOU'RE MY ONLY HOPE. (bring your band)
OH! But last night I had a dream that I went down a waterslide with Bob Bryer behind me, so I was in between his legs. His thighs were very strong and beefy. NGGGGGH. So at least there's that.
BOB. I want you. Right here. Right now. (bring your band)
Gah, not many minutes left, must go. Send help.
--Beck