Awk! Toe-bur
Rabbit rabbit!
"Look at my poofy pants one more time and I kill you, muthafucka!" - William Shakespeare
trauma, paige
Rabbit rabbit!
"Look at my poofy pants one more time and I kill you, muthafucka!" - William Shakespeare
We will one day tell our grandchildren of such a thing as night
And of a world on which there only ever shone a single sun.
My dinner this evening consisted of two Silver Spur hamburgers. The meal was equivalent to eleven helpings of Grade A beef and the decision will likely cost me a day from the end of my life. I can hear old Scott's death rattle now: "If I only hadn't had those two hamburgers!"
Today was a good day. I. . .
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One of my more violent urges is to throw the pedestrian in front of me to the ground while screaming, "Move your fucking ass you tourist turd!" I often have this urge. About 20 times a day.
If you fell into a bottomless pit on Earth, your body would reach relativistic speeds after 35 days. Unfortunately you would be dead from dehydration by day 6, at the latest.
Old New York. Back again. I was surprised to find I'd missed the Big Apple. I'm more or less all moved in, but those CollegeBoxes fuckers have fucked their shit up again. I've got a box belonging to another Scott Peterson and I can only assume he has the one I'm missing. Errr!
I've started the Bible. I'll let you know what I think when I'm done.
Last night we (roommate-Nick, Leia and I) went to Limerick and found a gaggle of geriatric women bustin' their movies at Sunday night karaoke. Well I wasn't about to let that opportunity pass me by, so I got out on that dance floor and started shakin' my thang. I'll tell ya, those geese sure could dance.
Classes start in a week.
The glass is half full of air.