*bleck* sore throat. *cough* *ick* *bah* *VEH*

if the foo shits, wear it.

sean, update your blog!

Motherfucker's like McGuyver, no motherfucker's better than McGuyver!

NANCY--have a good surgery! love you! call me! take good drugs! take some for me!

we have an entertainment center now. our living room almost looks like a living room for the first time ever. . .

twisp?

ben vereen, charlie sheen, SHRINK TO THE SIZE OF A LIMA BEAN!

boy just crashed. tired guy. many thanks to those who sat with my kids tonight. davey in particular. and rick who wasnt so awake. and mort and miss angele, just cuz. movie was good. i aint watchin it again tho. and for the record, jeremy piven and jon favreau are the same damn person.

alright nancy, tell me what i'm to do with this. i got this far but havent a clue what i did. . .

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. my head hurts again.

kupo?

i feel good about myself today--went to college store, sean looked happy to see me, then i looked at his screen and he WAS READING MY BLOG! made me feel special!

eatin banana puddin for breakfast. ate it for dinner last night too. course thats the only thing i ate all day--couldnt have hurt the diet too much could it?

favorite ebay auction

You know all and see all, but that doesn't prevent you from having a child-like innocence and a playful sense of humor. You obviously think very highly of yourself, but that's okay, everyone does. Told ya God was a woman!! Take The "Which Kevin Smith Female Are You?" Quiz!!

Noise, noise, noise, smokin' weed, smokin' weed, doin' coke, drinkin' beers! What's up baby? Sup sluts? You're Jay, and you're all about pussy! You hate guys, you love women! But deep behind your mask of stupidity, some would say you possess knowledge beyond your years. Well, maybe not. Who fuckin' farted? Take The "Which Kevin Smith Male Are You?" Quiz!!

15 til 6:00, noone on to talk to.. poo. mayhap everyone is avoiding me.

if i say banana pudding, what comes to mind? a box of jello instant pudding mix flavored like bananas? or do you think of vanilla pudding with nilla wafers and banana slices?

a slight disclaimer: reading the post directly below this one may tarnish your image of me forever. . .

some thoughts:

ok, i worry too much. you want proof? i worry that when i call the college store and talk to nancy, that someone will turn on the speaker phone and everyone will hear whatever horridness it is that i'm spewing at the time. tho my biggest worry recently has been the following:
when i'm driving down the road by myself, and my nose itches, and my finger is in the nasal vicinity--or in the nasal cavity itself, i worry that i will be in an accident, my air bag will go off, and the ensuing impact will cause my finger to rip through my nose so that i have one of those flaps like dogs have on their noses? ya know? anyone else worry bout stuff like this? and in case it happens, should i always do the nose thing with both hands so my nose matches? both sides having dog flaps? any thoughts?