My heart's dark but it's rising/ I'm pulling all the faith I can see
I feel like such a damn hippie. I now have one of those decorative weaved blankets in my back seat. But it's because I keep getting really drunk and being unable to drive home.
Saw stand-up comedy last night. I forget their names, though... There was a Wendy Liebman (whom I now have a crush on, name probably spelled wrong)... something Johansen... Orney somethingorother... and some guy named Modi. All were a riot, but my favorite was: "So a fifteen-year-old was hunting bear, and he was attacked and almost mauled to death, and everyone was praising the boy for surviving. HE WAS HUNTING! HE LOST!
Many of the jokes were from a Jewish perspective, often urban. I wonder if they even bother touring the middle of the country. It's like, "Don't you hate it when it rains in New York and you can smell the hobo piss?" And they're like, "Umm... I hate it when I'm fucking the livestock and the bull get jealous." Then again, I like jokes that I don't relate to. "Don't you hate it when you're having sex with four women, and one of them gets bored and starts sucking your fingers and they get pruned?"
If I was John Cusack, could I consult The Boss for advice on life and love while he rocks out on his Telecaster?
I just made, like, the perfect wrap. It had seasoned cheddar and monteray jack, Mexican yellow rice, roast beef, taco sauce, tomatoes, kiwi, and mango. Mangos skins smell like gin on the inside.
You will ALL remember this as the day that
Saw stand-up comedy last night. I forget their names, though... There was a Wendy Liebman (whom I now have a crush on, name probably spelled wrong)... something Johansen... Orney somethingorother... and some guy named Modi. All were a riot, but my favorite was: "So a fifteen-year-old was hunting bear, and he was attacked and almost mauled to death, and everyone was praising the boy for surviving. HE WAS HUNTING! HE LOST!
Many of the jokes were from a Jewish perspective, often urban. I wonder if they even bother touring the middle of the country. It's like, "Don't you hate it when it rains in New York and you can smell the hobo piss?" And they're like, "Umm... I hate it when I'm fucking the livestock and the bull get jealous." Then again, I like jokes that I don't relate to. "Don't you hate it when you're having sex with four women, and one of them gets bored and starts sucking your fingers and they get pruned?"
If I was John Cusack, could I consult The Boss for advice on life and love while he rocks out on his Telecaster?
I just made, like, the perfect wrap. It had seasoned cheddar and monteray jack, Mexican yellow rice, roast beef, taco sauce, tomatoes, kiwi, and mango. Mangos skins smell like gin on the inside.
You will ALL remember this as the day that