Frenchy will be here in 2 days!!!!!
weee!
Ménage à trois = Threesome
hells yeah ;].......kidding by the way
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Loose Lips Sink Ships
My dad is watching a preacher on t.v.. He just said that "Loose Lips Sink Ships". I've heard that saying before but never actually knew what it meant. Now I think I got it. It was used in WWII by the soldier's who wrote letters home. If they mentioned anything about tactics, their location, etc., the letters may be found by the enemy. If that happened, the soldiers were screwed, basically.
Now, applying that quote to modern day life is pretty simple. For me, it means that words can destroy. It's true. Having mentioned that......FUCK YOU CHRIS, YOU DAMN CUNT MUNCHING ASS CLOWN.
end rant.
Now, applying that quote to modern day life is pretty simple. For me, it means that words can destroy. It's true. Having mentioned that......FUCK YOU CHRIS, YOU DAMN CUNT MUNCHING ASS CLOWN.
end rant.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
The Masturbation Song
It's coming along nicely. Hannah can write some wicked lyrics, man. The song itself if gonna be B.A.
We got dinner tonight at Atl. Bread Company. a.k.a. ABC. It was delicious. I got a turkey sandwich, chips, and a pickle! We talked about the song "Reading Time with Pickle" whilst I ate it. That song, by Regina Spektor, is basically about masturbating with a pickle [or at least thats what I think it's about].
Let me show you the lyrics.
Walking home from work
stop at the supermarket
the condiment aisle
a jar of pickles catches the eye
made eye contact with a solitary pickle
but the jar took it home
then made up the stairs
and made it through the doorway
and waded through the floor
tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom
the truest room in the whole damn hous
saying love is the answer to a question that I
have forgotten
and I know I've been asked
so the answer's got to be love
so feeding time with TV
then sleeping time not sleepy so reading time with pickle
but where the bedside lamp had been
is now emanating soft soft green
has it always been this way?
is it poossible that all this magic went unnoticed?
maybe now things will start to change,
and life will turn a better page
no more rage.
saying love is the answer to a question that I
have forgotten
but I know I've been asked
and the answer's got to be love
love
tomorrow back to work again
but run to the supermarket
running hopeful through the aisles
haven't been this happy in a long time
but not a single jar will smile
afterhours
man pickle jars are just pickle jars
and pickles are just pickles
ingredients: water, salt, cucumbers, garlic, and pickling spices
but love is the answer to a question that I
have forgotten
and I know I've been asked
and the answer's got to be love
love is the answer to a question that I
have forgotten
and I know I've been asked
and the answer's got to be love
and the answer's got to be love
and the answer's got to be love
and the answer's got to be love
That shit's the best. If you don't like it then shut the fuck up, no one cares [jeremiah]. I hate to mention his name but w/e, we know you hate her. shut the fuck up about it. sheesh. And don't lie and say I talk about her all the time. I don't.
Okay, sorry. Done ranting. Right now I'm listening to "F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X" by The Fall of Troy. Roddy introduced us to them. They're hella tight.
high five.
We got dinner tonight at Atl. Bread Company. a.k.a. ABC. It was delicious. I got a turkey sandwich, chips, and a pickle! We talked about the song "Reading Time with Pickle" whilst I ate it. That song, by Regina Spektor, is basically about masturbating with a pickle [or at least thats what I think it's about].
Let me show you the lyrics.
Walking home from work
stop at the supermarket
the condiment aisle
a jar of pickles catches the eye
made eye contact with a solitary pickle
but the jar took it home
then made up the stairs
and made it through the doorway
and waded through the floor
tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom
the truest room in the whole damn hous
saying love is the answer to a question that I
have forgotten
and I know I've been asked
so the answer's got to be love
so feeding time with TV
then sleeping time not sleepy so reading time with pickle
but where the bedside lamp had been
is now emanating soft soft green
has it always been this way?
is it poossible that all this magic went unnoticed?
maybe now things will start to change,
and life will turn a better page
no more rage.
saying love is the answer to a question that I
have forgotten
but I know I've been asked
and the answer's got to be love
love
tomorrow back to work again
but run to the supermarket
running hopeful through the aisles
haven't been this happy in a long time
but not a single jar will smile
afterhours
man pickle jars are just pickle jars
and pickles are just pickles
ingredients: water, salt, cucumbers, garlic, and pickling spices
but love is the answer to a question that I
have forgotten
and I know I've been asked
and the answer's got to be love
love is the answer to a question that I
have forgotten
and I know I've been asked
and the answer's got to be love
and the answer's got to be love
and the answer's got to be love
and the answer's got to be love
That shit's the best. If you don't like it then shut the fuck up, no one cares [jeremiah]. I hate to mention his name but w/e, we know you hate her. shut the fuck up about it. sheesh. And don't lie and say I talk about her all the time. I don't.
Okay, sorry. Done ranting. Right now I'm listening to "F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X" by The Fall of Troy. Roddy introduced us to them. They're hella tight.
high five.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Coming OFF party.
Hannah bought me [..and jeremiah] SONIC! last night. Hannah and I had root beer floats and Jeremiah had some ice cream with shit it in. It was gooooddd.
Before that, we had gone to Guitar Center so I could buy some drum sticks. I ended up going with the cheaper sticks, because you know what? A drum stick is just a drum stick. Fuck high priced sticks!
Okay enough of that....
I think I have overdue library books. Hmm.
I woke up this morning in like a puddle of drool. I hate retainers. They make you drool insanely!
Who wants to go to Roberts yard sale? I do! We should all go. And by we I mean strictly Hannah, Jeremiah, Sean, Roddy, Me. hehehehe. I'm def. gonna buy that typewriter.
"Yay! Now we can go home and do homo things" - Sean to Jeremiah after passing one of those old guys who think the south will rise again.
Before that, we had gone to Guitar Center so I could buy some drum sticks. I ended up going with the cheaper sticks, because you know what? A drum stick is just a drum stick. Fuck high priced sticks!
Okay enough of that....
I think I have overdue library books. Hmm.
I woke up this morning in like a puddle of drool. I hate retainers. They make you drool insanely!
Who wants to go to Roberts yard sale? I do! We should all go. And by we I mean strictly Hannah, Jeremiah, Sean, Roddy, Me. hehehehe. I'm def. gonna buy that typewriter.
"Yay! Now we can go home and do homo things" - Sean to Jeremiah after passing one of those old guys who think the south will rise again.
Monday, June 25, 2007
New things happening.
Ok. Ok. Ok. Today? Yeah, I got the braces off. So, I was sitting there in the big chair thing and the lady takes them off. I didn't even realize she was doing it, it didn't hurt I mean. My teeth feel slimy....and BIG! But, Hannah says that's normal. Well, she didn't actually say that but fake support is better than no support! hahaha.
Yeah, so Hannah got me to write in this blog. I might as well try it. I feel like I should mention the band. You see, Roddy had this idea of getting a band together and I was all "yeah that sounds hella fun" and Sean was all "yeah, count me in" and Jeremiah was all "ugh, no.".
The band now includes : Roddy [bass or guitar, he's still deciding], Me [Drums], and Sean [keyboard]
"All's we need now" is a singer. You interested? Email me, sucka.
Yeah, so Hannah got me to write in this blog. I might as well try it. I feel like I should mention the band. You see, Roddy had this idea of getting a band together and I was all "yeah that sounds hella fun" and Sean was all "yeah, count me in" and Jeremiah was all "ugh, no.".
The band now includes : Roddy [bass or guitar, he's still deciding], Me [Drums], and Sean [keyboard]
"All's we need now" is a singer. You interested? Email me, sucka.
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