Random Thoughts for the Week
-Here's one movie I won't be going to see. Call me homophobic if you wish, but the sight of Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhal cuddling makes my eyes bleed just a little.
-This has to be the funniest news story of the week.
-Decorating a house is expensive. Like spending $1400 in a day expensive, and still not getting 3/4 of the shit that one needs. That said, World Market rocks my nuts.
-I had to take my dad to the hospital this morning to get a colonoscopy. I'm pretty sure that under the grog of anesthesia, he's the funniest man alive. Today it was, Man, this high is awesome...Hey doc, where I can get me some of this shit (referring to the "anesthesia drug"). Last time he was in the hospital, he asked the Pakistani doctor, Hey man, where's the best Indian restaurant around here? (and if you don't know why this is fucking hilarious, go here).
-Why does it seem like all I've been doing is busting ass getting unpacked, and there still seems like just as many boxes left as when I started?
-As a rebuttal to my friend Steve America, no, I am not in love again. If I were, I'd be in Chapel Hill right now, instead of publishing this post on my blog. Besides, I haven't had enough sleep in the past 6 days to decide on original recipe or extra crispy, much less whether I want any sort of relationship.
-Speaking of lack of sleep. I'm fucking tired. And still a little delirious. The purple monkey says hello.
-This has to be the funniest news story of the week.
-Decorating a house is expensive. Like spending $1400 in a day expensive, and still not getting 3/4 of the shit that one needs. That said, World Market rocks my nuts.
-I had to take my dad to the hospital this morning to get a colonoscopy. I'm pretty sure that under the grog of anesthesia, he's the funniest man alive. Today it was, Man, this high is awesome...Hey doc, where I can get me some of this shit (referring to the "anesthesia drug"). Last time he was in the hospital, he asked the Pakistani doctor, Hey man, where's the best Indian restaurant around here? (and if you don't know why this is fucking hilarious, go here).
-Why does it seem like all I've been doing is busting ass getting unpacked, and there still seems like just as many boxes left as when I started?
-As a rebuttal to my friend Steve America, no, I am not in love again. If I were, I'd be in Chapel Hill right now, instead of publishing this post on my blog. Besides, I haven't had enough sleep in the past 6 days to decide on original recipe or extra crispy, much less whether I want any sort of relationship.
-Speaking of lack of sleep. I'm fucking tired. And still a little delirious. The purple monkey says hello.
posted by sethro at 1:10:00 PM
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