i've been wondering where the past week has gone, so i decided to take stock. i've made a comprehensive list of what happened each day outside of work:
monday: i don't know.
tuesday: i don't know.
wednesday: i don't know. it was WAY HOT.
thursday: i don't know.
friday: i don't know.
saturday: i don't know.
sunday: i don't know.
as far as answering questions: i haven't figured out how, yet. this whole technology thing scares me. it involves people.
now that i think about it, i think i went swimming up in the hills one of those terribly hot days. we'll say it was tuesday cos it was a hundred @(^& five degrees as opposed to a hundred (*#& ten like wednesday. it was cool on the lake cos there were NO PEOPLE. and the water was, um, cool. i took my shirt off. i never do that. EVER. and there was a girl there. that's pretty unusual, too, especially the part about her being there ON PURPOSE.
(by the way--the so called "hot chicks" are in ballard. i think. i don't really have a comparison cos i've never had a girlfriend. but they seem duly attractive to me. (which is certainly not to say attracted to me.) anyway.)
last week during the incredible heat i checked the noaa forecast for leadville CO. high of SIXTY FREAKIN EIGHT!! our low wednesday night was like a hundred and ninety. damn hippies and their high-country slouch.
the other day i got an invite to "national night out". i was confused. WHY WOULD I WANT TO WALK AROUND MY NEIGHBOURHOOD AND TALK TO STRANGERS??? my mother taught me to never do such a thing, and i ain't one to go back on childhood parental lessons. the invite said "potluck". more like "potbadluck". who checks these dishes for germs? for correct cooking times?? for PALATABILITY for cryin out loud??? i think i'll be carrying my portable irradiation gun if i go at all. these cats even posted the "block party" FOR MY BLOCK. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
maybe i'll just be sleeping with my shotgun.
right now i really want a one six oh of red bull but i checked my bank account and i have only 8 dollars. i don't think that's enough.
one fake homeless person at a time.
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Wonder if you know the purpose of the National Night Out? In hopes of cutting down the increasing amount of "neighborhood crime", we're being encouraged to know who we live among -- to open lines of communication, so if the need arises....... well, you can see it's not all bad. (Or bad at all?) I just KNOW if your neighbor was in a pinch, you'd be there in a wink to help him.
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