I can't think of an appropriate subject. But that's okay. I don't really need a
relevant subject.
Anywee.
Today, i wanted to drive the mustang. so i did. i saw steve and caleb...kaleb... mr. jones or whoever he claims to be. They didn't see me. although i was in a red convertible. and just to rub it in a bit: mustang mustang red convertible mustang.
jen saw me, and was amused. I'm really hoping she's not in PF. the big purple skirt would not be appropriate.
Speaking of whom: creepy tidbit you posted today is from where?
Ms. Lankford is to be my guidance counselor. This seems strange. I really don't know how it happened. I wonder how she'll do.
I stink at basketball. This has brought to my attention thoroughly. Can we stop playing it now?
I actually like volleyball. now i just wish more interested people were playing it, instead of those who just want to avoid basketball.
Every single time I post, i try to collect my thoughts and wind up much more unsetteled than when i started.
baseball was highly amusing.
there's a sean cuddihy living in fort meyers.
i dislike capitalization. it makes proper nouns seem pretentious.
i can bench-press a free weight weighing 85 pounds with a standard grip, but with a closed grip, i can hardly lift the 55-lb. bar. very strange.
i feel strong. rah. which is funny, because there was a guy in the weight room working with at least 225 pounds. jerk.
just kidding. edit: the only thing i'm kidding about is the "jerk" bit. though he could be a jerk. for his benefit, we'll assume otherwise.
i don't remember hearing this song at all. 'i've been searching so long' has been on this cd since we've had it. it's on the box. yet i don't remember consciously listening to it.
consciously looks very strange right now. i think it's because, before revising this email, i left out the first s.
the word 'desultory' seems highly appropriate.
I went to daytona beach this past weekend. It was fun.
Edgewater is doing a chicago show! I'm jealous.
It has been early twilight for far too long to be natural at this point.
what is '25 or 6 to 4' about, anyway?
sometimes i think knowing fewer people would make things much easier and more enjoyable. trouble is, i can't think of any one person i'd rather not know.
i need to get away from the computer before i suddenly decide to break something. my mood is tending more and more towards the fragmented and nonsensical, and i think attempting to collect my thoughts has something to do with it. what does that say?
onomatopoeia seems the only remedy, besides, of course, more cowbell.
bzoink!
and with that, i wish you all a pleasant night.
oh, one more thing: my name is not spelled cubbidy or cuddibly. it is not pronounced cut-a-hee or cudda-hay, nor is the sound of the letter L present anywhere within it. Thus i am not sean cuddly, either.
hope that clears things up.
Anywee.
Today, i wanted to drive the mustang. so i did. i saw steve and caleb...kaleb... mr. jones or whoever he claims to be. They didn't see me. although i was in a red convertible. and just to rub it in a bit: mustang mustang red convertible mustang.
jen saw me, and was amused. I'm really hoping she's not in PF. the big purple skirt would not be appropriate.
Speaking of whom: creepy tidbit you posted today is from where?
Ms. Lankford is to be my guidance counselor. This seems strange. I really don't know how it happened. I wonder how she'll do.
I stink at basketball. This has brought to my attention thoroughly. Can we stop playing it now?
I actually like volleyball. now i just wish more interested people were playing it, instead of those who just want to avoid basketball.
Every single time I post, i try to collect my thoughts and wind up much more unsetteled than when i started.
baseball was highly amusing.
there's a sean cuddihy living in fort meyers.
i dislike capitalization. it makes proper nouns seem pretentious.
i can bench-press a free weight weighing 85 pounds with a standard grip, but with a closed grip, i can hardly lift the 55-lb. bar. very strange.
i feel strong. rah. which is funny, because there was a guy in the weight room working with at least 225 pounds. jerk.
just kidding. edit: the only thing i'm kidding about is the "jerk" bit. though he could be a jerk. for his benefit, we'll assume otherwise.
i don't remember hearing this song at all. 'i've been searching so long' has been on this cd since we've had it. it's on the box. yet i don't remember consciously listening to it.
consciously looks very strange right now. i think it's because, before revising this email, i left out the first s.
the word 'desultory' seems highly appropriate.
I went to daytona beach this past weekend. It was fun.
Edgewater is doing a chicago show! I'm jealous.
It has been early twilight for far too long to be natural at this point.
what is '25 or 6 to 4' about, anyway?
sometimes i think knowing fewer people would make things much easier and more enjoyable. trouble is, i can't think of any one person i'd rather not know.
i need to get away from the computer before i suddenly decide to break something. my mood is tending more and more towards the fragmented and nonsensical, and i think attempting to collect my thoughts has something to do with it. what does that say?
onomatopoeia seems the only remedy, besides, of course, more cowbell.
bzoink!
and with that, i wish you all a pleasant night.
oh, one more thing: my name is not spelled cubbidy or cuddibly. it is not pronounced cut-a-hee or cudda-hay, nor is the sound of the letter L present anywhere within it. Thus i am not sean cuddly, either.
hope that clears things up.