Banter? I just met her...
Happy Halloween.
I'm dressing up as a cow.
why are there words that mean the same thing yet are just more eleoquent? Like magazine and periodical?
My stories grow tiresome.
My best friends birthday was Saturday. He looks like "Welcome Back Kotter." Moustache and everything. He's an old man too. Happy birthday teach.
Rough week...
My friend Bill, and his band.
Do Alaskans call it "Alaskan King Crab?"
There is this high-school kid that pisses me off every morning I get on the bus. The bus is usually fairly empty and we both get a good seat. No matter where he sits he ALWAYS pulls his lanky-ass legs up and puts his feet on the seat next to him. Fine. There is no one sitting there. But if I was getting on the bus and the seat next to him was the last one open, I would ask him to move his feet and sit down. But what gets me is that I would have to sit where his nasty-ass shoes have been. On the street, where shit and piss and all things disgusting live. Now those foul germs are on my drawers. What an inconsiderate half-wit. I know that the bus is not the cleanest place in the world, but at least if a seat is empty I can't see what germs have been left for me. Just be considerate you punk bitch.
I like the fake cheese.
Clifford is a big red dog.
I often wonder how accurate the history I learned in school is. I mean, I am sure what I was taught is one perspective of what actually happened. It especially rings true, or should I say, not true in this day and age.
I watched a documentary on PBS last night about an American man of Indian descent who travels to india to watch and speak with a group of actors who put on a play called "Osama Bin Laden." It was gripping. The American man expected the play to be about our interpretation of OBL as tyrannt, murderer, etc. The American viewpoint. But much to the filmakers dismay, and mine also, the play represents OBL as hero, leader of the people, fighter of terrorists, and salvation against tyrrany. Guess who the terrorists were? Us. It makes you think. It makes you think that we don't know the whole truth. It makes me think.
Boredom is a lack of not being bored.
I love the smell of fresh cut grass. There isn't that much grass here; grass that makes lawns. I was just sitting in the park and there was a guy riding his mower cutting the grass. I watched him. I was critical of his lines. I wouldn't have chosen that path. I have cut many a lawn, and I would have done it differently. Watching him put me right back in a hot, Atlanta summer. Dripping sweat, cutting grass, wishing I was elsewhere.
I love the smell of fresh cut grass.
I'm watching Vincent Price in Tilex Mildew Remover commercials.
Octoder 7th, 2003. A day that will live in infamy.
arrggh.
Social Comentary #1
(Or People Are Stupid)
Person Dumb buys cellphone. Person Dumb loves cellphone. Person Dumb has unlimited minutes. Person Dumb uses all those minutes. Person Dumb sees Person Slightly Less Dumb with earpiece adaptor. Person Slightly Less Dumb can use both hands and still talk on cellphone. Person Dumb wants one. Person Dumb buys one. Person Dumbs' microphone on new earpiece adaptor work not too well. Person Dumb holds said microphone close to lips in order for Person Stupid to hear what Person Dumb says. Whole purpose of said earpiece adaptor, defeated. Person Dumb still uses earpiece adaptor. Person Dumb loves earpiece adaptor.
I dislike Person Dumb.
KC ruled. Jared's folks were really cool and fun and made me feel right at home. Steaks on the grille on Friday, Waffle House in the morning and homemade fried chicken, baked beans, mashed potatos and cold beer. I saw where Jared got her walk, her attitude, her quips, and her accent even seeped out a little bit.
We saw Harry S. Truman's house, the presidential library, the Key District, and all the concrete buildings built back in the day by the Pendergrasst crew. I got a milkshake at Sonic, heard of stories of stenches in hotel rooms that turned out to be a dead body under the bed. I saw pictures of Jared in High-School with blonde hair, straight out of Pretty in Pink. The trip was too short. Her parents were really cool. I just hope they liked me.
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