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listening to DJ Dan's Beat for Freaks. Memories, man, lovely. I'm realizing that when one reminicses on fond memories, sometimes one finds him/herself wanting to be there again. Or, wanting more. More what? More everything. More fond memories exactly like the one that had. The problem is that can't recreate a memory without giving birth to a new sense of loss. When one tries to recreate, your setting yourself up for rampant disapointment. As your attorney I advise you all to keep your memories locked an loaded. Keep them tucked away under your bed sheets for a time when you really need them.
Today the motorhome broke down while a potential buyer was taking a test drive. Had to pay $132 to get it towed 1/2 mile. Yikes dude, yikes.
Other than that, I'm peachy. Had a fantabulizz weekend. Probably said goodbye to a few friends for the last time. No really, the real last time. Doc Martin has entered the realm of godlihood in my mind. He's been there for awhile, this time he tore through the crowd's collective unconciouses asshole like zeus poking aphrodite in the arse with a lightning rod. How do you like your underground? Chilling sounds and voices that have been haunting my brain for years appeared in the real world of my ears, despite my altered state. BTW, thanx again lydia. I was trashed.
Had a delightful sunday. The morning started out painful with a sore jaw and ugly smells coming from the carpet of logan's apartment. Went to breakfast with an onslaught of breakfast varities and lacto-decadents. Coudn't eat very much, the visual display of exploding colored eye candy made the hefty price worthwhile. Onion rings, pig tailed fries, and the best god damn sundae this side of texas made the afternoon well spent with Emi and roommate. The new John Waters movie is twisted. Well done, far above par I'd have to say. Recommend it to anyone. If you love it or hate it, I promise you'll be entertained. It's funny, there's those movies that are bad, they look bad, they were made bad, they leave a bad taste in your date's cleavage. Then there is "those" movies that are humorously bad. For example, "Bring it On", "Glitter", and "that britney spears movie, c'mon, you know, I can't remember the name but hopefully bye the time I finish this sentence in quotations my memory will be jogged". Nope, no luck. "WAIT! I think it's called crossroads, pretty sure it's called crossroads". Anyhow, didn't see Glitter or Crossroads. I am willing to bet my left testicle that it's worth watching. I had a point here, let me reread. Ah yes, John Waters, love or hate his style, no one can't admire the spectacular way he makes movies. If they say any different, they are lying. Hit that person in the head with a hardback copy of the "The Best One-Thousand Movies Ever Made". Hopefully that will help. I give no more advice.
So, I'm oficially bored in cloverdale. Maybe I should try my own advice, well, at least the advice I got from bumper sticker I read in santa cruz. "Are you bored? Try taking your clothes off!". I'll start with my shirt. Okay, my shirt is off. I hope at least one of my readers masturbates to this. Okay, here go the tevas. Whew, tevas off, don't get too close to the smell. Okay perverts, here they go, the pants are coming off! WOW! That bumper sticker was right. I'm no longer bored. At least for the time being. And for those of you who were wondering, no, I wasn't wearing any underwear. If I knew how to put picture on lj, I'd take a picture of my ass for you. Hopefully it's still 4 different shades of purple. At chillits, Liz Tilley went ape shit ballistic on my both of my baby monkey cheeks. I haven't checked in a few days, since then my ass has been tatered. Never before has my ass seen a beating like that. Anyhow, I'm done with this whole naked live journal post thing. Don't forget to let me know if you masturbated for any or all of the duration of this post.
thank you drive throw..
~the ttt
Today the motorhome broke down while a potential buyer was taking a test drive. Had to pay $132 to get it towed 1/2 mile. Yikes dude, yikes.
Other than that, I'm peachy. Had a fantabulizz weekend. Probably said goodbye to a few friends for the last time. No really, the real last time. Doc Martin has entered the realm of godlihood in my mind. He's been there for awhile, this time he tore through the crowd's collective unconciouses asshole like zeus poking aphrodite in the arse with a lightning rod. How do you like your underground? Chilling sounds and voices that have been haunting my brain for years appeared in the real world of my ears, despite my altered state. BTW, thanx again lydia. I was trashed.
Had a delightful sunday. The morning started out painful with a sore jaw and ugly smells coming from the carpet of logan's apartment. Went to breakfast with an onslaught of breakfast varities and lacto-decadents. Coudn't eat very much, the visual display of exploding colored eye candy made the hefty price worthwhile. Onion rings, pig tailed fries, and the best god damn sundae this side of texas made the afternoon well spent with Emi and roommate. The new John Waters movie is twisted. Well done, far above par I'd have to say. Recommend it to anyone. If you love it or hate it, I promise you'll be entertained. It's funny, there's those movies that are bad, they look bad, they were made bad, they leave a bad taste in your date's cleavage. Then there is "those" movies that are humorously bad. For example, "Bring it On", "Glitter", and "that britney spears movie, c'mon, you know, I can't remember the name but hopefully bye the time I finish this sentence in quotations my memory will be jogged". Nope, no luck. "WAIT! I think it's called crossroads, pretty sure it's called crossroads". Anyhow, didn't see Glitter or Crossroads. I am willing to bet my left testicle that it's worth watching. I had a point here, let me reread. Ah yes, John Waters, love or hate his style, no one can't admire the spectacular way he makes movies. If they say any different, they are lying. Hit that person in the head with a hardback copy of the "The Best One-Thousand Movies Ever Made". Hopefully that will help. I give no more advice.
So, I'm oficially bored in cloverdale. Maybe I should try my own advice, well, at least the advice I got from bumper sticker I read in santa cruz. "Are you bored? Try taking your clothes off!". I'll start with my shirt. Okay, my shirt is off. I hope at least one of my readers masturbates to this. Okay, here go the tevas. Whew, tevas off, don't get too close to the smell. Okay perverts, here they go, the pants are coming off! WOW! That bumper sticker was right. I'm no longer bored. At least for the time being. And for those of you who were wondering, no, I wasn't wearing any underwear. If I knew how to put picture on lj, I'd take a picture of my ass for you. Hopefully it's still 4 different shades of purple. At chillits, Liz Tilley went ape shit ballistic on my both of my baby monkey cheeks. I haven't checked in a few days, since then my ass has been tatered. Never before has my ass seen a beating like that. Anyhow, I'm done with this whole naked live journal post thing. Don't forget to let me know if you masturbated for any or all of the duration of this post.
thank you drive throw..
~the ttt