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[11 Jul 2007|09:28am] |
Yeeeaaaah...anyway. Most of the crap I have to write ends up in my MySpace. So go there...not here! lol
you know how to find me...
Myrtle Beach!!!
My hair simply CANNOT stay a normal color.
I will buy a SHITLOAD of fireworks.
Steve will not get drunk and throw his pants off the balcony...I hope.
We won't get lost on the way there because of our collective navigational prowess.
GAY DOLPHIN!
My cd WILL have James K. Polk!
MMM and more lies ahead for the four who venture out on their own to seek entertainment of the rarest kind...and to spend one last summer enjoying the blissfully nostalgic atmosphere of the seashore. SHIT, THIS WILL FUCKING RULE!
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[21 Jun 2007|01:32am] |
Last night had to be one of the FUNNEST nights of my life. You heard me...well, sort of.
MMM...
RH playoffs tomorrow...Thank God.
Then I leave Thursday morning.
I still haven't gotten the information packet, so I hope no one tells me to go home when I randomly show up to audition, without having had a chance to practice the music. Balls...
POTATO CANON!!!!!
oh...and I NEEEEED a jaaaaorb.
That was random.
I guess I'm not in any sort of mood that would lead one to believe that I have even an iota of intelligence, but who cares?
Sometimes I think the universe just waits for me to get cocky.
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[21 Jun 2007|01:10am] |
Egon Spengler: You know, we're all descendants from fish. It would be no trouble at all to flip back in time, find the fish you descended from, and stuff it into a Cuisinart.
I have a plan!
No electric shocks, Egon.
Ok...I have another plan.
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