toughest glue on planet earth
ripping all of my oldest CDs onto my computer, i noticed that i own an appalling amount of music i do not listen to. also, my disc collection is grossly misproportioned in favor of burned CDs. something is missing without cover art. and some of the cds i own that have been bought seemed to have appeared from nowhere. i know i never bought a dave matthews band cd before, yet it's staring at me.
last night i became bob ross and thus, the belle of most every ball. Except for the pubic-hair beard that had been cummed on with the toughest glue on planet earth, the costume worked quite nicely. apparently the toughest glue on the planet earth is fatal if injested, so it makes sense to put it all over a mouth-piece. eh?
my mother comes to town on friday, so this was the last weekend i will grace the world with my social presence (for at least a week). i plan on going to be early, getting up for touristy nonsense, going out to dinner, and spending around 48 consecutive hours with the first cooter i ever saw. she is a totally rad lady, so if any of you folk that may read this want a free burrito or something, i bet i can work it in the name of "meeting my friends"! no really, my mom is an elementary school counselor. its quite funny.
in other lack of news, things go spectacularly well. the last few weeks served as giant a tumultuous question mark. i wasnt sleeping properly, didnt really feel like a human being, and did a generally crap-ass job of living. Mildly healthy lifestyle changes seem to do wonders. Also, i think a point comes where hitting bottom serves as a trampoline. Now, im soarin, hopefully not to crash in a box of rocks. This morning I woke up with a huge smile on my face. I dont remember feeling this good waking up since a human of the male persuasion was at my side. The recent pooty-tang drought does not matter. (i am going to live in london!!! there will be much too much accent-booty in the coming months anyhow!)
so. let us make plans. it shall be fun.
last night i became bob ross and thus, the belle of most every ball. Except for the pubic-hair beard that had been cummed on with the toughest glue on planet earth, the costume worked quite nicely. apparently the toughest glue on the planet earth is fatal if injested, so it makes sense to put it all over a mouth-piece. eh?
my mother comes to town on friday, so this was the last weekend i will grace the world with my social presence (for at least a week). i plan on going to be early, getting up for touristy nonsense, going out to dinner, and spending around 48 consecutive hours with the first cooter i ever saw. she is a totally rad lady, so if any of you folk that may read this want a free burrito or something, i bet i can work it in the name of "meeting my friends"! no really, my mom is an elementary school counselor. its quite funny.
in other lack of news, things go spectacularly well. the last few weeks served as giant a tumultuous question mark. i wasnt sleeping properly, didnt really feel like a human being, and did a generally crap-ass job of living. Mildly healthy lifestyle changes seem to do wonders. Also, i think a point comes where hitting bottom serves as a trampoline. Now, im soarin, hopefully not to crash in a box of rocks. This morning I woke up with a huge smile on my face. I dont remember feeling this good waking up since a human of the male persuasion was at my side. The recent pooty-tang drought does not matter. (i am going to live in london!!! there will be much too much accent-booty in the coming months anyhow!)
so. let us make plans. it shall be fun.