Those people fixing the windows are still performing their death defying tasks. They scare me but Whitney waved to one today. He waved back. He had a bandanna and curly hair, he must be friendly. I had pictures taken for my articles for the REACH newsletter. I look like I'm half blinking and bald but hey, let the true me SHINE. I hope Whitney finds my blog and reads it. I bet she will enjoy it, almost as much as goop.com (it's awesome. I likey).
In other news, I am going to be eating at the Hot Dog King's abode tomorrow, I like hot dogs. I want to be adventurous and have like, a hot dog that is fried covered in pomegranate juice, and topped with aloe. Doesn't that sound cutting edge and avant garde. I'm starting a garden in front of my sisters new house, it will be an adventure. Hopefully Harrison and I will not kill each other during this adventure then it would be a lame adventure and I would have to burn his body and teeth (dental records).
That's all for today. Wish me luck on my articles that are due tomorrow by 12 that are fucked because I am lazy and cannot write them.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Blogger.
What a horrible title, blogger. I am a blogger, blogger sounds like booger which reminds me of one time in political theory when a guy across the way dug deep and ate a big ol' booger. I almost vomited. It still haunts me when I'm in a large classroom. You never know what sick stuff people will do when they don't think they're being watched.
On another more serious note. Workers have invaded the outside of my office window on a very sketchy wood board while they remove keystones. It is held by rope. I fear that they will fall off and I will watch one plunge to their death and will be forever scared. But what if I saved them. Like a Twilight vampire. I saw that the young man was falling. I knocked out my glass window with my pinkie, cradled the man like a baby and landed every so softly on my tip toes. Man, to be a vampire.
Speaking of Vampires.
True Blood is back on TV and let me tell you, so many boobies. Poor Anna Paquin, I mean, her boob shots. So unnecessary. I wouldn't show my boobs unless it was for at least $50 or a burrito. She should have more respect. It's her craft, she won a Golden Globe....whatever, I don't need to see her nipples.
To conclude my Blog. I will quote a famous line about boobies.
“My husband said 'show me your boobs' and I had to pull up my skirt... so it was time to get them done!” - Dolly Parton
Seacrest Out.
On another more serious note. Workers have invaded the outside of my office window on a very sketchy wood board while they remove keystones. It is held by rope. I fear that they will fall off and I will watch one plunge to their death and will be forever scared. But what if I saved them. Like a Twilight vampire. I saw that the young man was falling. I knocked out my glass window with my pinkie, cradled the man like a baby and landed every so softly on my tip toes. Man, to be a vampire.
Speaking of Vampires.
True Blood is back on TV and let me tell you, so many boobies. Poor Anna Paquin, I mean, her boob shots. So unnecessary. I wouldn't show my boobs unless it was for at least $50 or a burrito. She should have more respect. It's her craft, she won a Golden Globe....whatever, I don't need to see her nipples.
To conclude my Blog. I will quote a famous line about boobies.
“My husband said 'show me your boobs' and I had to pull up my skirt... so it was time to get them done!” - Dolly Parton
Seacrest Out.
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