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Oooo!!! I added a new livejournal friend! I'm so excited I might shit my pants! Too late.
My beautiful bestest finally decided to join the existential ranks of the journal keepers. Woot!
I have decided that I think I am part black. I love the new snoop dog song. It pumps my nads into oblivion. I would almost make my wee way to a meatmarket bar just to dance to that song, and then leave.
But I will merely buy the cd instead. I've tried to download it like 5 times, but I think I have a virus on my comp or something because it won't play it. Oh well. I'll have to suck it up and provide Mr. Dogg with part of another golden tooth.
I had Red Lobster tonight. I feel like ass. You know its not a good scene when out of four choices, the healthiest one is shrimp submerged in garlic butter.
I can't take my parents anywhere. I made my mom laugh and she fucken farted! She was in the corner hidden and I was sitting and pissing my pants laughing so hard that people around me thought it was me! And then my dad keeps making fart comments the whole time and I'm just waiting for my mom's wild stallion of a sphincter to go off again.
Holy crap she farts alot. Luckily it doesn't stink. Its more embarassing when they stink. Like, you can almost pretend it didn't happen if its only noise. But when there's a scent, man, there's no denying anything. Thing is, whether or not I did anything, I flush worse than when we were all little and tried to hold our breath until we passed out. I've always got this guilty look on my face.
I went to one of the coolest shows on Thursday, and it just came out of nowhere. The boathouse (as per usual). I almost didn't go, because I hadn't heard of the guy who Shannon was opening for, but I decided since Elias called me up and they were saving a spot, that I'd go, for something to do. But it wasn't some unknown schmuck Shannon was opening for...
Oh lordy lordy...twas good old Danny Michel! Been so long since I've been able to see him for free in an intimate setting (now that he's a big star on the radio now. Bleh. Ah well, its good to hear at least two good songs on the radio). I like him more and more each time I listen to him. His quirky improv moves and how he can be doing like, 20 things at once. Its like he's one of those discmen with 20-second memory where you can bang it around all you like and it doesn't skip because its so far ahead of the music that its already corrected itself by the time it reaches your ear.
I was feelin him that night. And I thought I was completely crazy and kept it to my ridiculously-minded self until Lydia brought it up last night. She mentioned that Danny was sure looking my way alot. That's kinda cool. Extremely odd, but cool. Maybe because he recognized me. He actually said hi to me when I passed him at a concert in Toronto (when I was still super-huge). Its weird that someone that impressive would acknowledge my existence. Do I feel worthy?
My beautiful bestest finally decided to join the existential ranks of the journal keepers. Woot!
I have decided that I think I am part black. I love the new snoop dog song. It pumps my nads into oblivion. I would almost make my wee way to a meatmarket bar just to dance to that song, and then leave.
But I will merely buy the cd instead. I've tried to download it like 5 times, but I think I have a virus on my comp or something because it won't play it. Oh well. I'll have to suck it up and provide Mr. Dogg with part of another golden tooth.
I had Red Lobster tonight. I feel like ass. You know its not a good scene when out of four choices, the healthiest one is shrimp submerged in garlic butter.
I can't take my parents anywhere. I made my mom laugh and she fucken farted! She was in the corner hidden and I was sitting and pissing my pants laughing so hard that people around me thought it was me! And then my dad keeps making fart comments the whole time and I'm just waiting for my mom's wild stallion of a sphincter to go off again.
Holy crap she farts alot. Luckily it doesn't stink. Its more embarassing when they stink. Like, you can almost pretend it didn't happen if its only noise. But when there's a scent, man, there's no denying anything. Thing is, whether or not I did anything, I flush worse than when we were all little and tried to hold our breath until we passed out. I've always got this guilty look on my face.
I went to one of the coolest shows on Thursday, and it just came out of nowhere. The boathouse (as per usual). I almost didn't go, because I hadn't heard of the guy who Shannon was opening for, but I decided since Elias called me up and they were saving a spot, that I'd go, for something to do. But it wasn't some unknown schmuck Shannon was opening for...
Oh lordy lordy...twas good old Danny Michel! Been so long since I've been able to see him for free in an intimate setting (now that he's a big star on the radio now. Bleh. Ah well, its good to hear at least two good songs on the radio). I like him more and more each time I listen to him. His quirky improv moves and how he can be doing like, 20 things at once. Its like he's one of those discmen with 20-second memory where you can bang it around all you like and it doesn't skip because its so far ahead of the music that its already corrected itself by the time it reaches your ear.
I was feelin him that night. And I thought I was completely crazy and kept it to my ridiculously-minded self until Lydia brought it up last night. She mentioned that Danny was sure looking my way alot. That's kinda cool. Extremely odd, but cool. Maybe because he recognized me. He actually said hi to me when I passed him at a concert in Toronto (when I was still super-huge). Its weird that someone that impressive would acknowledge my existence. Do I feel worthy?