if you missed geoffy raise your hand
but im back now. can't get rid of me.
so you might be asking yourself where the fuck i went. space man, space. i succeeded where mr lance bass failed. i launched my ass on a rocket and flew to the moon.
by the way, marvin the martian says hi. once again i fail miserably at being funny. where's george, he's the comic relief of the family. no really he is.... just look at him. ha. nope, still not funny.
but seriously, i had a few things i had to take care of back in colorado. nothing major, just minor adjustments, like.. ya know mom and dad deciding to sell the house and i had to clean out what was left of my worldy belongings. thats a special feeling. is my sarcasm blatant enough for everyone or should i take it up another notch?
i wasnt particularly attached to this house, i mean i lived there from the time i was 7 until i was 19 and went to europe. i just never really jived with the atmopshere (or lack there of) up in the mountains. but still, it is kind of sad when you're cleaning out old boxes (my mother is the definition of a pack-rat) in an effort to lower the moving weight, it brings up all sorts of repressed memories.
i came across an old GI joe doll i had, its not worth any sort of money now, its right leg is missing and its left arm was partially melted. i still remember with great affection george and i playing with him and arguing if he was on the good side or the bad side, somehow resulting in popping his leg out of socket. we didnt want mom and dad to find out, so we buried the leg in the backyard of our house up in detroit. we then threw the body in a box that was being packed for our big move to colorado. when we got here, he was unpacked. i put him in the back of my closet to try and forget about him. i guess it was a few years later. george must have been about 12, i was 10... we got our hands on a pack of matches. can you see where this story is going? 40 whacks of sweet sulfur smell, george and i should have been certified as pyros. the dumbest place we lit it? in my closet, right under the shelf with the disabled GI Joe. george had the bright idea. who knew plastic smelled so bad when it melted. we ran out of the closet nearly puking our guts out. the cinders from scorching gi joe were still hot. he was left on the shelf and forgotten. video games, books, clothes piled over him. football, soccer, and baseball equipment piled upon that. geesh. i make it sound like Frodo's ring or something....
amazing the memories that come back, just by moving pair of stone-washed jeans a smidge to the left.
hope everyone had a happy new year. i made a resolution, but ive already broken it, so im fair game for the rest of the year! whee.
so you might be asking yourself where the fuck i went. space man, space. i succeeded where mr lance bass failed. i launched my ass on a rocket and flew to the moon.
by the way, marvin the martian says hi. once again i fail miserably at being funny. where's george, he's the comic relief of the family. no really he is.... just look at him. ha. nope, still not funny.
but seriously, i had a few things i had to take care of back in colorado. nothing major, just minor adjustments, like.. ya know mom and dad deciding to sell the house and i had to clean out what was left of my worldy belongings. thats a special feeling. is my sarcasm blatant enough for everyone or should i take it up another notch?
i wasnt particularly attached to this house, i mean i lived there from the time i was 7 until i was 19 and went to europe. i just never really jived with the atmopshere (or lack there of) up in the mountains. but still, it is kind of sad when you're cleaning out old boxes (my mother is the definition of a pack-rat) in an effort to lower the moving weight, it brings up all sorts of repressed memories.
i came across an old GI joe doll i had, its not worth any sort of money now, its right leg is missing and its left arm was partially melted. i still remember with great affection george and i playing with him and arguing if he was on the good side or the bad side, somehow resulting in popping his leg out of socket. we didnt want mom and dad to find out, so we buried the leg in the backyard of our house up in detroit. we then threw the body in a box that was being packed for our big move to colorado. when we got here, he was unpacked. i put him in the back of my closet to try and forget about him. i guess it was a few years later. george must have been about 12, i was 10... we got our hands on a pack of matches. can you see where this story is going? 40 whacks of sweet sulfur smell, george and i should have been certified as pyros. the dumbest place we lit it? in my closet, right under the shelf with the disabled GI Joe. george had the bright idea. who knew plastic smelled so bad when it melted. we ran out of the closet nearly puking our guts out. the cinders from scorching gi joe were still hot. he was left on the shelf and forgotten. video games, books, clothes piled over him. football, soccer, and baseball equipment piled upon that. geesh. i make it sound like Frodo's ring or something....
amazing the memories that come back, just by moving pair of stone-washed jeans a smidge to the left.
hope everyone had a happy new year. i made a resolution, but ive already broken it, so im fair game for the rest of the year! whee.