| [o@d] Unattainable Laxation |
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Violently agitated and highly implacable, I savor the time in my unproductive hour. My hypothetical fortune, it's like catching a sniff of tequila in the morning.
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Tuesday, October 16
--at fridays kickass show. concert. gig. rock show. gigantic jackass display of mucky muck[?]:
me: "it's really weird to be here. and to be around a bunch of kids a few years younger than me. it's making me nervous!" scott: "but suzy, you look younger than all of them!" me: "hahaha, shut up! a college sophomore does not want to look younger than high school kids." scott: "you look like a fetus compared to them." --scott then rolls up into a fetal postition and, imitating a fetal suzy, says, "why does everyone keep saying that?!" <><><><> --suzy spots a large darkhaired ponytailed giant. me: "that. guy. is. HUGE! he could pummel all of us!" scott: "his name is pam." me: "pam, the pummeler?" scott: "yes, exactly." <><><><> when i see someone eating a banana with a g.d. spoon, i have to laugh. because, c'mon - get a life, weirdo! <><><><> ok, so i'm a little rusty. being home was fun and being back at school sucks large salty ones. the only thing that's left to say is: "bring on thanksgive, i'm more than ready. countdown has commenced, T - minus 32 days..." Slapped up here on 10/16/2001 11:02:00 AM by: Me, Suzy...
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