i'm as sore as dolly parton's back,
and it just keeps going. i gots me physical work of several kinds lined up for at least the next three days and nights. but that includes theatre, booty, the return of missed friends and the marriage of an ex-ex-friend, halo death, seeing joe and a present (though i already know what it is, because some people simply can NOT contain themselves).
oh god jim beam green is NASTY. $35 for a handle is a fucking rip off. is "rip off" supposed to be hyphenated? that seems like the kind of thing i should know.
but to coin a drag number, "EV-ry-thing's CUM-in-up RO-ses!!" new patterns, new habits, new bars, new kids and maybe some nutso wacky rock shit. you down, librarian lifeguard?
wow, that's a good name for a band.
i think i'm going to enjoy living with actual children instead of, you know, swamplings. besides there being a washer, a dryer & a dishwasher, it's also rather good for me to feel really useful. there's always something that needs doing, and i notice that shit. it's sorta like idaho street (boise) all over again, except without intoxicants or slutfucking.
'slutfucking' is a wicked good band name.
tomorrow i'll hear about it from gretchen for using the word 'wicked' in a sentence.
GOD DAMN IT!!! FUCK!!!!!!! i left the front door open for ten fucking minutes to air the joint out, and as i type some movement catches my peripheral attention and i'll be god damned if some >FUCKING< cat isn't on the back of the >GOD DAMNED< couch, sniffing toward the SAME >FUCKING GOD DAMNED< corner of the living room tha good old 'DEVELOPMENTALLY-DISABLED' >>GANGIE<< kept FUCKING PISSING IN!!!!
see, now, the cat that lives at the new house does everything outside!
Jack White doesn't overshit/overpiss in excessively large trays of dusty Grape-Nuts.
Jack White doesn't leave streaks of blended fecal-glandular-pustule detritus embedded in the carpet.
Jack White doesn't even SHED in the house, as far as i can tell... and i'm OBSERVANT.
anyway, spring is in the air and i find myself on more fertile ground than i thought i'd find.
is "overshit/overpiss" a good name for a band? i've sort of lost track at this point.
oh god jim beam green is NASTY. $35 for a handle is a fucking rip off. is "rip off" supposed to be hyphenated? that seems like the kind of thing i should know.
but to coin a drag number, "EV-ry-thing's CUM-in-up RO-ses!!" new patterns, new habits, new bars, new kids and maybe some nutso wacky rock shit. you down, librarian lifeguard?
wow, that's a good name for a band.
i think i'm going to enjoy living with actual children instead of, you know, swamplings. besides there being a washer, a dryer & a dishwasher, it's also rather good for me to feel really useful. there's always something that needs doing, and i notice that shit. it's sorta like idaho street (boise) all over again, except without intoxicants or slutfucking.
'slutfucking' is a wicked good band name.
tomorrow i'll hear about it from gretchen for using the word 'wicked' in a sentence.
GOD DAMN IT!!! FUCK!!!!!!! i left the front door open for ten fucking minutes to air the joint out, and as i type some movement catches my peripheral attention and i'll be god damned if some >FUCKING< cat isn't on the back of the >GOD DAMNED< couch, sniffing toward the SAME >FUCKING GOD DAMNED< corner of the living room tha good old 'DEVELOPMENTALLY-DISABLED' >>GANGIE<< kept FUCKING PISSING IN!!!!
see, now, the cat that lives at the new house does everything outside!
Jack White doesn't overshit/overpiss in excessively large trays of dusty Grape-Nuts.
Jack White doesn't leave streaks of blended fecal-glandular-pustule detritus embedded in the carpet.
Jack White doesn't even SHED in the house, as far as i can tell... and i'm OBSERVANT.
anyway, spring is in the air and i find myself on more fertile ground than i thought i'd find.
is "overshit/overpiss" a good name for a band? i've sort of lost track at this point.