'the adventures of a thirty-ish university graduate' or, alternately and perhaps much more aptly: 'as mad as a barking fox'

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

you've got your ball, you've got your chain

riding the bus home, i felt more then a wee bit....

[right about now, the danger bells should be going off. "oh jesus.." you should say. "here we go- she's going to talk about memories and feelings and emotional crap. right, that's me off." but i promise, it's not about feelings. ok. not too too much. really. i feel like the father of the prince in monty python's holy grail- you know, the one who keeps telling the camera NO MUSIC! whenever his son starts singing?]

anyways. ermmm....

after all that, i've entirely forgotten what exactly i was going to say. so instead, go and listen to some music you like and eat pie if it is available. you'll get nothing else out of me.

5 Comments:

Blogger Katy said...

maybe if you slept more your blogs would make more sense, that and it wouldn't sound like you were a 160 year old man who can't remember where he put his hands and so he just sits there silently crying while his spawn wonder by and don't make eye contact because they don't want to deal with him.

10/28/2004

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

those damn hypocrites. one day their hands will go missing and nobody will be around to comfort them. he's just an old man who needs a little love. who's going to give it to him? forget it, im going to eat some pizza pockets.

10/28/2004

 
Blogger Katy said...

there's no comfort like a pizza pocket

10/28/2004

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you said it! preach on sistah!

informal random question of the day: pizza pockets or pizza pops?

10/29/2004

 
Blogger Katy said...

informal random question answer: pizza pocket. i never really understood the term pizza "pop". what exactly pops about the pizza that they would feel the need to call it a pizza pop? frankly, i think they should just stop trying to confuse people! jeez.

10/29/2004

 

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