trying to explain ftp via nashville via drunk isn't the easiest task. i was successful getting kerry to upload a wma file. he was using emily's computer, which was totally unfamiliar to him.
here is my current main thunderbroom in its new year's configuration (les sans culottes--what good is french music?) click here, dudes. the precision bass is the best. it's all about keeping it simple.
so the moving thing is actually underway. this means lots and lots of energy drinks and vodka. at least bruce is skiing with the children, so they're not hear being noisy. financially, i'm totally liquid. what's with that? i must be totally being cheap or something. not eating beef because of the mad holstein clip i saw is really saving money. unfortunately, i'm totally sick from malnutrition.
tonight i packed books. primarily, it was a lot of econ books. kapital, price theory, the theory of captial, several copies of adam smith, more cool econometric texts. then, i started with the latin texts. i still can't get over the number of dictionaries i own: english, german, spanish, many many latin-english ones. latin comic books (i'm sorry--graphic novels). the gallic wars in graphic form isn't as cool as the real verba de cesar.
i'm listening to paul simon's first album tonight. this is one of those records that shaped me. my mother used to put this one on and dance. i think that the records that my parents had that really influenced me regularly--lou reed's berlin record totally impacted me when i went through dad's records. i had no idea that my father could dig such good shit. the majority of his collection was lulu and shit, but there was the association and lou reed. broccoli is still such an outrageous song. i can't believe that it's like a rare import or something. my mom turned me onto outlaw country, paul simon, the beach boys (all summer long), and the beatles (revolver changed my life).
i think that my illness is going away (yay!!).
i hope that someone shows up for the new year's show. it's too fucking expensive, that's for sure. i wouldn't pay $25 to see us.
red and clear vinyl. that's the word from greeley. i want to run jason up there to drop off the master. i want to recreate the straight edge drunk fest at the smiling moose with the hot 21-year-old blonde republican server. that was one of the greatest chris excursions. waking up with an erection in a german grandmother's house was the shit.
the fucking engineers that i work with are so so so so stupid. don't bitch at me because you don't know what's up.
i'll be 29 in 12 days. i feel like i've wasted my 20s entirely.
ross bitched at me for not wearing a seat belt. he doesn't realize that he'll cash in if i die. i think that it's best to spread my life insurance policies around to the people that i love the most.
janette is getting a haley clone. i figure that another monster dog to take care of while they're out of town isn't any worse than two monsters.
i wish that my father would contact me during the holidays. what a piece of shit.
here is my current main thunderbroom in its new year's configuration (les sans culottes--what good is french music?) click here, dudes. the precision bass is the best. it's all about keeping it simple.
so the moving thing is actually underway. this means lots and lots of energy drinks and vodka. at least bruce is skiing with the children, so they're not hear being noisy. financially, i'm totally liquid. what's with that? i must be totally being cheap or something. not eating beef because of the mad holstein clip i saw is really saving money. unfortunately, i'm totally sick from malnutrition.
tonight i packed books. primarily, it was a lot of econ books. kapital, price theory, the theory of captial, several copies of adam smith, more cool econometric texts. then, i started with the latin texts. i still can't get over the number of dictionaries i own: english, german, spanish, many many latin-english ones. latin comic books (i'm sorry--graphic novels). the gallic wars in graphic form isn't as cool as the real verba de cesar.
i'm listening to paul simon's first album tonight. this is one of those records that shaped me. my mother used to put this one on and dance. i think that the records that my parents had that really influenced me regularly--lou reed's berlin record totally impacted me when i went through dad's records. i had no idea that my father could dig such good shit. the majority of his collection was lulu and shit, but there was the association and lou reed. broccoli is still such an outrageous song. i can't believe that it's like a rare import or something. my mom turned me onto outlaw country, paul simon, the beach boys (all summer long), and the beatles (revolver changed my life).
i think that my illness is going away (yay!!).
i hope that someone shows up for the new year's show. it's too fucking expensive, that's for sure. i wouldn't pay $25 to see us.
red and clear vinyl. that's the word from greeley. i want to run jason up there to drop off the master. i want to recreate the straight edge drunk fest at the smiling moose with the hot 21-year-old blonde republican server. that was one of the greatest chris excursions. waking up with an erection in a german grandmother's house was the shit.
the fucking engineers that i work with are so so so so stupid. don't bitch at me because you don't know what's up.
i'll be 29 in 12 days. i feel like i've wasted my 20s entirely.
ross bitched at me for not wearing a seat belt. he doesn't realize that he'll cash in if i die. i think that it's best to spread my life insurance policies around to the people that i love the most.
janette is getting a haley clone. i figure that another monster dog to take care of while they're out of town isn't any worse than two monsters.
i wish that my father would contact me during the holidays. what a piece of shit.
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