is zee serious? no. in fact, she only exists in joke form. she's not even real.
well, no candle wax but it was interesting nonetheless.
none-the-less. none theless. nun. the less.
my dad still thinks the chain wallet i now have to prevent tricksy gypsies of the south side from stealing my identity and using it to purchase all the 555s in the world is "punk rock." my plan to disguise this false image with hello kitty stickers will commence saturday. maybe tomorrow.
sean is having some kind of intense conversation with josh and i have the feeling josh is crying on the other end or close to it. i have this sense of urgency...that we need to go grocery shopping...but all it really stems from is the state in which he found us when he got home.
have y'all seen the city paper this week? i don't even know how often it goes out...in any case, the issue with MY GOOD FRIEND HANNAH GEORGE on the cover also includes an interesting story called Greg. (you should go read it. now). she's not actually my "good" friend. she could have been, maybe, had i not quit college. but i knew her before college, and liked her better than her friends. so i considered her a rare product of suburban schooling which i appreciated during the time i knew her. her short story was pretty awesome. better than anything i could have written, anyway.
[EDIT: sorry to all of you who read the passive-agressive nonsense.]
you know what's funny? craigslist has "erotic services" postings. i think sean and i will entertain ourselves for the next few months with that.
also, a french dude might be living with me soon. well, i hope it's a dude. if it's not a dude, i won't let sean leave me. i'm either going with him, or we're switching to plan b. ireland, motherfuckers. ooooh yeah.
i would actually prefer it the easy way. (i've got "pretty" down so) make me stupid.
~zeesteak
none-the-less. none theless. nun. the less.
my dad still thinks the chain wallet i now have to prevent tricksy gypsies of the south side from stealing my identity and using it to purchase all the 555s in the world is "punk rock." my plan to disguise this false image with hello kitty stickers will commence saturday. maybe tomorrow.
sean is having some kind of intense conversation with josh and i have the feeling josh is crying on the other end or close to it. i have this sense of urgency...that we need to go grocery shopping...but all it really stems from is the state in which he found us when he got home.
have y'all seen the city paper this week? i don't even know how often it goes out...in any case, the issue with MY GOOD FRIEND HANNAH GEORGE on the cover also includes an interesting story called Greg. (you should go read it. now). she's not actually my "good" friend. she could have been, maybe, had i not quit college. but i knew her before college, and liked her better than her friends. so i considered her a rare product of suburban schooling which i appreciated during the time i knew her. her short story was pretty awesome. better than anything i could have written, anyway.
[EDIT: sorry to all of you who read the passive-agressive nonsense.]
you know what's funny? craigslist has "erotic services" postings. i think sean and i will entertain ourselves for the next few months with that.
also, a french dude might be living with me soon. well, i hope it's a dude. if it's not a dude, i won't let sean leave me. i'm either going with him, or we're switching to plan b. ireland, motherfuckers. ooooh yeah.
i would actually prefer it the easy way. (i've got "pretty" down so) make me stupid.
~zeesteak