December 2007
39 posts
Quite possibly the world’s most amazing rap...
It’s a PORK PIE hat, thank you!...
Perspective on my family...
My ancestors have survived the worst this universe can offer up to a planet. Through half a dozen earth-sterilizing cataclysmic events we jazzercised down to a cell apiece and went deep underground where the heat from the seared surface and the heat from the core of the planet were suitably equidistant as to not pose a threat. We stopped breathing air. There wasn’t any down there anyway....
I thought I lost my phone and nearly had a coronary. What’s wrong with me?
Relocation?
I’m pretty sure if I want some celebrity action all I have to do is move there.
lunchballz.com →
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This song seems to herald new women. Recorded with...
Fearlessness →
think what we could achieve…..think what we could destroy
aweshum →
Watching Miami Ink
Tattoo Artist: So why do you want a tiger?
Girl: I want a tiger because they see what they want and go for it. Like me.
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Me: (Confused) Um, what does that mean? Tigers see what they want and go for it? I thought they just laid around under trees and whatnot...
Cedric: You never seen a tiger CEO, man? I mean what? Did he start at the mail room and claw his way up?
Getting out of the car:
Cedric: I'm tired from shopping all day.
Me: It's a rough life..the Western Hemisphere..
Car-hair and building-muffler (illustrations pending).
Wanna read something funny?
Well, you’re in the wrong place. I’m in the midst of moving and had a bit of drive to write. But in the time it’s taken me to log in here, I changed my mind. I suggest Apathy by Paul Neilan. And tildoo has a cold….according to the webs.
MS Word has some kind of hangup about me using passive voice. I didn’t realize how much I did it until I noticed grammar check simplifying my writing all the time. How annoying that a program dumbs down my language. For shame.
How strange that this should lead me to this. Where do you get YOUR news??
For those who knew me as Brad...
…and were not averse to a nice Pulp Fiction reference: “Look at the big brain on Brad.” I provide the following replacement: “Look at the deep fissures on Fway.” *Low bow*
You’re listening to the musical stylings of...
No Country For Old Men
Man who hires Wells: Did I say you could sit?
Carson Wells: No, but you strike me as a man who wouldn't want to waste his chair.
New bookie-booksitos.
Two new tomes to throw on the heap of literary claptrap that I haven’t actually read. The Modern Gentleman by Mollod & Tesauro, and Instant Rapport by Brooks (the latter on recommendation of me mother). Book reports to follow.
Hey! Wanna hear bitching?! Read this!!1!
People who sit next to me in the morning think I’m rude. Sometimes I’m shy enough not to say hi to people when I meet them, people think I’m rude. I defend myself and set the barb deeper than the attacker, people say that’s not nice. If you think I’m rude, don’t bother me until I’m awake; a.k.a. it’s 11 or later.
Roman Ruins Found →
Yet another reason I have to leave The Swamp for the land of Espressi e Carbonara.
