Monday, February 26, 2007


To the person who built the snowman waiting for the bus at the bus stop....rock on. You even took the time to give him arms and a face and stuck a bus transfer in his hand. For today at least, you managed to make me enjoy the dumping of snow we received yesterday. If you had written your number on that bus pass, I definitely would have called.

One of these days I am going to remember my phone actually has a camera on it, and I'm going to start taking pictures of this kind of thing.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Retardation knows no limits.

All good sing-a-longs begin with numbers from "The Little Mermaid" and progress to some "Letters to Cleo". At least drunken ones do anyway.

That's definately going on my list of "things I want in a man" who can sing his heart out to "Part of that World".

We saw "The Number 23" tonight. Not a great movie, but I did completely lose it at a couple points. First, there is a scene where someone falls to their death. And someone in the audience started laughing, which upon hearing, I quickly followed suit. After that died down, there was a point where one character says to another "Pretend you have a knife!!!" during a sex scene, and Jason leans over and whispers "Fuck me like I'm 12!!!!" (thanks que sera sera)
I responded "shit on my face!!!" "moo like a cow!!!" and I'm surprised we didn't get kicked out of the theater we were laughing so hard.

Moral of the story-- the two of us should not be let out in public together. The most retarded things seem to come out of our mouths when we are together.

I require a man who will be as retarded as I.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Life's Lessons

[01:23] iz: gotta stroke that ego sometimes for these big dumb ass gorillas
[01:24] ashglunk: is THAT what i'm doing wrong....
[01:24] iz: haha
[01:25] ashglunk: no wonder my "you're an asshole" approach isn't paying off

Now that I know this, I expect to get laid more often.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Note To Self:

Too many Long Island Ice Teas have the potential to produce injuries to last weeks. In the future, remember to NOT fall down stairs.

Also, its possible you are just too OCD for this dating shit.

Mr. Popular never "changes". Be wary of him.

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