The night before last I had a dream with Jeffrey from Project Runway. I was zoning DVDs (working, ugh!) and he was browsing around me. I called to him, “Say it ain’t so, Jeffrey! Say it ain’t so! You didn’t really do it, did you?” and he just walked away. The show has invaded my subconscious and my dreams. I don’t mind. <-- that’s a pun, dearies
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i want a SIGNED copy of your story AND i have my learner's permit! i plan to get my license before the year is over, so you can get your big red pen ready to cross my name off the shame list.
i know i am dragging the movement, but i'm working on it. but i will not give up the want of rich men for the movement. i want my kids to have huge trust funds so they can do the things i never did in high school; i.e. get blitzed on every drug known to man, fill their little livers with thousands of dollars worth of alky, and be slutty to the point where Trojan is actually naming condoms after them... you know, THE DREAM. lol
wesley is so scholarly. you should've named him socrates.
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so i'm like, "Did you hear that Wesley? Should i have named you socrates?"
and he's like, "please, call me plato"
and i'm like, "play-doh?"
and he's like, "no, pla-to, idiot"
and i'me like "WESLEY!"
and he's like, "i said it's plato! jeezer!"
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Great minds...
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anyway, cartoons are way better than math notes, as we both know. can't wait to get all of 'em together. it's gonna be worth millions! ... or like 6 cents, whatever. we're artists, who needs 6 cents? (your elephant)
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