Long Nervous Winter Over....
Deception and Happenings:
Why do most [all] of my friends believe the police have the right to search them at anytime?
Has your house-show/house-party ever wound down to the truly enlightened playing drug addled chess at 4:30 in the morning while reminiscing about Rage Against the Machine; Zach De la Rocha screaming his fucking lungs through the record player, warning us about change we all assumed would never happen?
I finally watched every episode of the X-Files in sequential order… Now on to the Lone Gunmen before the movie comes out.
My house has a wall of atrocities… What does your house have?
My record collection has been allowed to stagnate for too long…
My sisters’ graduation is tomorrow.
I probably don’t want to graduate again.
We built a zip-line, 20 feet high, next to the fire pit and a strangely placed rose garden; just above the Tyler Durden Memorial Soccer Field. A name which I have bestowed on my backyard.
Fuck your backyard…
I have a compound bow and enough arrows to take down a lab disaster zombie invasion… and a video camera to document it in the very likely chance of its occurrence (only a few short miles from Walter Reed)
My roommates are communist sympathizers and therefore feel that I should provide them money for goods and services that I do not consume nor do I approve of. I prefer that our house be an oligarchy. Because… I have nicer stuff.
My job is using me but it’s still easy. Maybe it’s time for change. Or complete and utter overhaul.
Why do most [all] of my friends believe the police have the right to search them at anytime?
Has your house-show/house-party ever wound down to the truly enlightened playing drug addled chess at 4:30 in the morning while reminiscing about Rage Against the Machine; Zach De la Rocha screaming his fucking lungs through the record player, warning us about change we all assumed would never happen?
I finally watched every episode of the X-Files in sequential order… Now on to the Lone Gunmen before the movie comes out.
My house has a wall of atrocities… What does your house have?
My record collection has been allowed to stagnate for too long…
My sisters’ graduation is tomorrow.
I probably don’t want to graduate again.
We built a zip-line, 20 feet high, next to the fire pit and a strangely placed rose garden; just above the Tyler Durden Memorial Soccer Field. A name which I have bestowed on my backyard.
Fuck your backyard…
I have a compound bow and enough arrows to take down a lab disaster zombie invasion… and a video camera to document it in the very likely chance of its occurrence (only a few short miles from Walter Reed)
My roommates are communist sympathizers and therefore feel that I should provide them money for goods and services that I do not consume nor do I approve of. I prefer that our house be an oligarchy. Because… I have nicer stuff.
My job is using me but it’s still easy. Maybe it’s time for change. Or complete and utter overhaul.