Mar 26, 2006 19:13
Capetian Cocaine
Life seems to be full of the following audacities:
If my best friend was held at gunpoint, I don't think I'd give myself permission to shoot the guy in the face, who is, presumably, holding my friend captive. This scenario fails to take into account if I was ever held at gunpoint.
I'm really looking forward to picking out my own cutlery when I get my own place.
My mom's a hardcore poker player now, and she doesn't smoke a lick. Which, I feel, is a contradiction. She used to say, "Nothing cuts the sour, low-PH taste of liquor like sugar does. Always look out for numero uno when considering your drink collection." When does sugar keep you from having friends?
Mojitos at the beach when mint does not grow in sand.
Glass is impacted in the sole of my foot. I didn't step on a glass, but I know it's glass because it's shattering.
Monday will undoubtedly be the best day.
Two weeks worth of movies that I've watched alone or in tandem:
Starsky and Hutch
The Chumscrubber
Nothing
Closer
Paulie Shore is Dead
V for Vendetta
Inside Man
Europa, Europa
J-Low Tributes
Shaun of the Dead