1.19.2004
ah, it's time to move it on, then. for real. this is just getting silly. damn my sentimentality and compassion. damn it all to hell. 'tis what i get for trying. that's alright. it's your loss, and i think you probably know that, somewhere deep down inside that hollow hole of yours.
i'm sorry, you guys don't know what i'm talking about, and i don't really want to tell you, so let's change the subject. i was productive this weekend. in fact, i was probably more productive in the last two days than i have been in the last couple of months. woot woot!
tequilafest was great. drunk by 10, wicked drunk by 12, all that stuff. really, it was just good to see a bunch of folks all in the same room for the first time in a while.
a totally pussed out on uri (*sigh*) and the basketball players, instead went to that one place with that one dude, and we had bourbons and (thanks to the bourbons?) almost had words, and in the wee hours, i dragged my ass home and crawled onto the couch with the Best Roommate of 2004 for a late-night viewing of what's eating gilbert grape. that movie reminds me of sarah collett. you don't know her. she kicks ass.
you know what else kicks ass? big lots. you should totally go there. they totally have stuff, and it's cheap. like yard art and cereal.
mix is telling me that johnny quaid and danny cash are no longer members of mmj. what the fuck is up with that? the "merch" girl tells mix that it's because they got tired of touring all the time. hmmmm.... but apparently, the new guys do not suck. there is more keyboard action and the new gee-tar man looks a little like mr. quaid.
why am i telling you this? goodbye.
i'm sorry, you guys don't know what i'm talking about, and i don't really want to tell you, so let's change the subject. i was productive this weekend. in fact, i was probably more productive in the last two days than i have been in the last couple of months. woot woot!
tequilafest was great. drunk by 10, wicked drunk by 12, all that stuff. really, it was just good to see a bunch of folks all in the same room for the first time in a while.
a totally pussed out on uri (*sigh*) and the basketball players, instead went to that one place with that one dude, and we had bourbons and (thanks to the bourbons?) almost had words, and in the wee hours, i dragged my ass home and crawled onto the couch with the Best Roommate of 2004 for a late-night viewing of what's eating gilbert grape. that movie reminds me of sarah collett. you don't know her. she kicks ass.
you know what else kicks ass? big lots. you should totally go there. they totally have stuff, and it's cheap. like yard art and cereal.
mix is telling me that johnny quaid and danny cash are no longer members of mmj. what the fuck is up with that? the "merch" girl tells mix that it's because they got tired of touring all the time. hmmmm.... but apparently, the new guys do not suck. there is more keyboard action and the new gee-tar man looks a little like mr. quaid.
why am i telling you this? goodbye.
# posted by Nancy Cunningham @ 9:42 AM 
Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home
