Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Heart Attack

You ever just wake up and just get an urge for heart attack food?


Pasta Alfredo, Pesto with Basil, Salt, and Beer. Goes down smooth.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Broadcast Journalism

According to broadcast journalists, a girl did not get high and go down on a guy. She ingested psychedelic hallucinogens and performed (or administered) oral sex.

"We have an anonymous college student here to give us a local perspective on the new fad in college, partaking in the ingestion of nutritional supplements through the use of food, or to them, 'lunch'."

Long winded way to say that I'm eating.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Musicianship

At my high school talent show just before I played my favorite classical piece on my mother's acoustic guitar:

"To all the kids who got a funny haircut, spent $3000 on a special amplifier, and know nothing except for power chords, I dedicate this to you."



Practicing my scales and finger picking. Leave one.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Dryer Battle

Time and again, this dryer had beaten me in a battle of wits. I dry my clothing, pay, and end up with moist clothing. No more will i cower to a mere machine!

Is victory worth the cost of paying for three dry cycles? Wear some wet undies and socks for a day and ask yourself the same question.


Waiting for my laundry. Give me a call.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

HOT HOT HOT!

If I were in a charity bachelor auction of some sort, or a male stripper, I would call myself so hot that you could throw water on me, and then use that water to make me some instant macaroni and cheese. And feed it to me in the most sexy manner possible.

Yes I'm bored send me something fun to read.

Waiting...

Writing an away message brb

Silly Putty

Picking the dust out of my silly putty.

It's so bouncy, so fun, yet it loves to get dirty no matter what. Sort of like a child...on a trampoline...a dirty trampoline.

I lost myself in that one. Sorry.


Be back soon.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

What to do

What to do while I am away:

1 - Twiddle your thumbs.

There is no 2. Go make your own fun.

Marathon

Bad kind of Marathon - Running 26 miles

My kind of marathon - Watching 26 episodes of something

TV's on, I'm near my comp

Damn the H20

So there you have it, I am too stupid to figure out the installation of a Britta Filter.


Drying my hands, changing my shirt.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Pondering

As of now, pondering how AIM is sort of like a super acronym. AIM stands for AOL Instant Messenger. Yet AOL is an acronym as well! Think about it.

Pun

I am going to Be Arby.

No you dolt, I am not turning into a sub-par manly sandwich place. Read it fast.

First Awesome Away Message

"Hey who is Sarah Marshal?"

I forget

At the movies. No cell.