Really big show tonight.
Well its twelve fourty eight am. I am watching something about Paris Hilton. Ugh, human stick bug. I wish I had something super nifty spiffy to post about, but alas I do not. Aside from the wonderful day I spent with Ryan, which was quite lovely. So here goes.
Ryan called and said oh im getting off from work. And I was like dag yo. We're gonna go hit up frys... So we went there and I bought a card for my camera. We went to Mockingbird station, cuz thats where all the cool kids go. I bought Polyphonic Spree's new album/dvd bitches! Plus JOJO because shes awesome like nobody's buisness. Ryan was like... ima order some crazy ska music. And I was like... erm Im not gonna touch that. We went to burger house so I could eat eat eat and tell him about jojo. He informed me that if given the chance he'd...erm... hit jojo. I shook my head ashamedly. We trekked to my place of residence, watched us some Chipmunks, and Ryan declared he was Dave. I said Dave got a bachelor's in faggotry. We talked and walked around outside, then pondered many a pondering. It was a very pleasant evening. He gave me a good hug. It was nice. And the evening ended ever so nicely
and I said my goodbyes to ol' blue...(ryanne's meetz-soo-bee-shee)
Now I am watching Blind Date or some other late night program, meant to melt the brains of insomniacs like myself into pure goo. Thompson called and we spoke for a good chunk of the evening. It makes me jealous and wish that I was a young collegiate like himself.
Ryan called and said oh im getting off from work. And I was like dag yo. We're gonna go hit up frys... So we went there and I bought a card for my camera. We went to Mockingbird station, cuz thats where all the cool kids go. I bought Polyphonic Spree's new album/dvd bitches! Plus JOJO because shes awesome like nobody's buisness. Ryan was like... ima order some crazy ska music. And I was like... erm Im not gonna touch that. We went to burger house so I could eat eat eat and tell him about jojo. He informed me that if given the chance he'd...erm... hit jojo. I shook my head ashamedly. We trekked to my place of residence, watched us some Chipmunks, and Ryan declared he was Dave. I said Dave got a bachelor's in faggotry. We talked and walked around outside, then pondered many a pondering. It was a very pleasant evening. He gave me a good hug. It was nice. And the evening ended ever so nicely
and I said my goodbyes to ol' blue...(ryanne's meetz-soo-bee-shee)
Now I am watching Blind Date or some other late night program, meant to melt the brains of insomniacs like myself into pure goo. Thompson called and we spoke for a good chunk of the evening. It makes me jealous and wish that I was a young collegiate like himself.