| [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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Monday, October 8
shhhh... my roommate is sleeping. you hear that, "_____________" silence. the bad part is, i started thinking of funny phrases that were said back in the day. things like, "rothboeck, you're not gonna buy that!" yelled by mike on our way to the beach during marine bio, when justin ran over to the [then for sale] liquor store [or coupe's cafe or whatev], and grabbed a real estate flyer. and, "why must you always take things to extremes?" uttered by senora korteum when april and i scooted our desk back all the way to the wall, as far as it would go, because she said to. i think about those things, and i just start tensing up, wanting laugh so hard. ahhhh, those memories... all the "i love T.W." and "T. S. Please!" adventures... we would "womp woolley! and one long hard one!". mrs. eller screams she's "taking down the violence sign" and surely it'll mean death for all of us.
but, for me there is a new wave of hilarious keepsake phrases now. like, "hmm, fuck brand swimsuits... those are good, i like those." and "wasn't colin supposed to take you grocery shopping?" how about, "that's why we call him, 'dave in the back.'" or, "we got lost in fulmer today." ... none of these make sense to you, nor are funny, are they? "don't poke your butch out"? no? "to make waves you have to first make nipples" ... eh? ok, ok... how about, "BUTTORFF!" Slapped up here on 10/08/2001 01:40:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...
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