indians don't say brother
chocolate sauce doesn't belong on ceilings
my red sox, my boys...another loss...it's becoming increasingly difficult to win red sox v. yankee arguments at work. work work work...i'm three days into my 10 straight days of working and i still have my sanity...with the exception of my excessive music video watching (see below).
i kick ass at pathetically ridiculous 'celebrity' infatuations...(a la kevin millar)...guys from fall out boy latest on the list...why, because i figure i dont have enought in common with 12 year olds
memorial day monday!...official unveiling and first burning for our summer fiesta fire pit (if it stops raining)...mike and i are your one and only source for quality fire pit construction...now, if we could only throw away all that shit in the cellar ('no mother we don't need hundreds of bags of baby clothes from 1984')...got dad to commit to hooking us up with a sweet, high qual, ping pong table...fire and ping pong...i don't think life gets better than that
the history of my cell phone voicemail outgoing messages and reasons for their deaths...until now:
(1) "hi, this is katie..." - told it was too boring and i sounded retarded
(2) the standells 'dirty water' - some people's lives are too busy to wait through a short 45 second tribute to the greatest city in the world
(3) the nike commercial - got yelled at for that one
(4) tiny tim singing 'tiptoe through the tulips'...i'd laugh my ass off if i called someone and heard that...so you people all suck and i'm not going to try and impress you with my genius message selections anymore
my red sox, my boys...another loss...it's becoming increasingly difficult to win red sox v. yankee arguments at work. work work work...i'm three days into my 10 straight days of working and i still have my sanity...with the exception of my excessive music video watching (see below).
i kick ass at pathetically ridiculous 'celebrity' infatuations...(a la kevin millar)...guys from fall out boy latest on the list...why, because i figure i dont have enought in common with 12 year olds
memorial day monday!...official unveiling and first burning for our summer fiesta fire pit (if it stops raining)...mike and i are your one and only source for quality fire pit construction...now, if we could only throw away all that shit in the cellar ('no mother we don't need hundreds of bags of baby clothes from 1984')...got dad to commit to hooking us up with a sweet, high qual, ping pong table...fire and ping pong...i don't think life gets better than that
the history of my cell phone voicemail outgoing messages and reasons for their deaths...until now:
(1) "hi, this is katie..." - told it was too boring and i sounded retarded
(2) the standells 'dirty water' - some people's lives are too busy to wait through a short 45 second tribute to the greatest city in the world
(3) the nike commercial - got yelled at for that one
(4) tiny tim singing 'tiptoe through the tulips'...i'd laugh my ass off if i called someone and heard that...so you people all suck and i'm not going to try and impress you with my genius message selections anymore