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Lot's o lot A LOT happening. OH And that's a Dr. John lyric. Song title really, check him out. New Orleans power. Whut whut. (the "right place, wrong time" is the song, not lots and whatever ) . If you happen to be checking out Dr. John right now, also look for Shithouse Blues. It's a classic.
I've decided to skip grammar and punctuation for brevity. Pardon my messy mind. ( Pronouced Meesy Mend)
Work good. Fire bad. Money is awesome but I'm still sweeping floors in Wentzville, which I explained to the 17 year old supermodel with the crush. Gas is KILLING me. My politics involve Drunk Lee ( read: Super intelligent step-mother + bottle of wine) every once in a while and whenever I get sick enough of my CDs to listen to NPR. She just passed her Series 24(23?). Also listening to country. Yes. Country. And He said it was Good. And it was Good. Med school apps got pushed back once more. I fainted at the sight of blood, in the emergency room, and the male nurse laughed at me. And then the doctor laughed at me when I told him I wanted to go to Med School. Hurmph. I haven't cut my toenails in two weeks becasue I want to get a peticure. My sweetie said she needs to get pregnant soon because she's afriad of the elevated risk of breast cancer in fourteen years. Meanwhile she is afraid of commiting to a class schedule next semester because her job might change. I love her so much. My dad treats me like a roommate, son, employee, and pupil all at the same time. I have a CD that I can sing EVERY WORD to at volume. It's only 10 songs but one of them is by My Chemical Romance and one is in Spanish. That's nothing to shake a stick at. If I leave my house and turn the player off everytime I am on the phone, the CD plays through exactly ONCE before I get to Karens. That's mysterious. I have not taken a shit on anyones floor. I got in a fight with my boss, though, because my gravy is better than his and hes washed up. "Plus," he says. "You clean too much." So much for no punctuation. Punctuated equlibrium, thats what Carl Sagan says. I mean Stephen J. Gould. Using the phrase "fruitless enterprise" and the explanation I gave for not swatting flies outside got me a hug. Weird. OH so I gave the so-called-drinker at work a backdraft. He got halfway through and asked for a coke. sucka. That's what you get for messing with Milwaukee. Speaking of, download one country song if you will. The only one ever. I suggest "Honkytonk Badonkadonk" by Trace Adkins. Or theres one that I don't know the name of about this guy who can't drink until he moves to Milwaukee. That's me! And.... I'm out.
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I can't wait to meet this chick you're dating. She sounds hilarious.
ReplyDeleteI can't even imagine what it is like to try to follow someone's natural stream of consiousness. Can you imagine? What you actually got on "paper" is probably only like 1/8 of what was going through your head from start to finish. Amazing.
Back drafts are not for the weak. I couldn't handle one now. I'd need an extra 20 pounds and a less refined drinking habit.
oi vey.
...weird to find you here...
ReplyDeletei get to be a ghost of a time that never actually existed- do you think that's weird? weird is going to be my word concerning you.
oh and clearly, you need to move back to milwaukee....b/c we never hung out, or just do it for the beer.