babble
Monday, March 15, 2004
I want a boy so drunk he doesn't talk:
I would like someone to explain to me how it could possibly be the middle of March already. Wasn't it just January, like, last week? One of you motherfuckers has some sort of time machine and you're just fucking with my head, right? Yeah. I thought so.
I have been thinking really heavy thoughts for the last few days and so I'm not feeling all that funny at the moment. I was going to try and write something with my usual colon-splitting hilarity, but nothing is really surfacing. I mean, what could I talk about? The way my cat nearly killed himself by trying to fit his head through a spot in my coffee table that was about 3x too small just so he could get the tiniest piece of crazy chicken? The way that my ditzy blond friend says "for all intensive purposes" and thinks he is speaking correctly? The sheer amount of physical will that it takes for me not to shriek "it's for all INTENTS AND PURPOSES, you dumb fuck!" at the top of my lungs? The way that I drive around in my car singing "Radar Love" as loud and off-key as humanly possible, without realizing that the sunroof is open? How my job has gotten so stressful that it has caused me to lose my mind and think that any of the above is funny?
Yeah. I should just wait to post until I stop feeling all serious and shit.
babbled by Kat @ 10:10:00 AM |
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