31.1.10

sprechen sie deutsch hier, baby!

rachel has given me an order: learn all the lyrics to "loser" by beck by the end of the semester. and then max suggested that i sing it at his concert next weekend. so i guess i'll be spending this week listening to "loser" on repeat in hopes that i don't embarrass myself miserably in front of an entire audience. you all should too. ya know, just for fun.


new slang

i'm so into the shins lately. join me.






and if you'd 'a took to me like
a gull takes to the wind.
well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
and i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

28.1.10

a story by rascal

Oh right! Yeah so I'm yaggin' this guy, right? And he grabs my flounder and starts to rake on it and I'm just about ready to drawl at this point when this woman walks up to us and says "Where did you get these amazing fish?" and Johnny's all "get outta here kitty, these fishes ain't for pawin'" and we all kind of pink it, right? So meanwhile Pete over here is hecka slammed and is pulling at me to go and I got these flounders that I seriously need to bounce but the blow hole is clogged and I can't even see the water from here. Now this chick falls back and is tellin' me I got three seconds to answer her question before she jumps the gullet so I say "what question?" and she looks me dead in the eyes and with the tone of a lioness in heat she says, "Time's. Up."

r.i.p.

“i hope to hell that when i do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the river or something. anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetary. people coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on sunday, and all that crap. who wants flowers when you're dead? nobody.” - j.d. salinger


may he rest in flowerless peace.