ive been a drama queen since i puked on someones shoes during communion. yes, i really DID puke during that. it was like 5000 degrees and the only time i ever wore a suit. im actually the least drama queeny person ever. unless im so self unaware or something.
Though I admit I once stapled my pants up when working as a waiter in college. A little sharpie on the staples, lookin’ good.
Every time I look at the totally horrible BS that’s been done to our apartment, I remember that there are plenty of people whose criteria for evaluating work is whether or not it solves the problem, not whether or not it solves the problem in a way that is efficient/elegant/vaguely pleasing to be around/etc. I understand those people, they just make me fucking CRAZY.
when i fell walking UP the stairs in harlem and fell straight onto the marble stairs and my both front teeth were knocked out, I cursed life right then and there. it was in the lobby and i couldnt find my teeth! and it hit me right then and there that i was downwardly mobile in a way that i will never really understood… i told the other crazy people in the building that a ghost pushed me, but of course that wasn’t the case… but they all believed me. i havent been myself since. a ghetto shell of myself then and now a shell of myself living in park slope. not too much of a difference really, except i have no spending money.
Started making the gnocchi.
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Drama Queen
ive been a drama queen since i puked on someones shoes during communion. yes, i really DID puke during that. it was like 5000 degrees and the only time i ever wore a suit. im actually the least drama queeny person ever. unless im so self unaware or something.
*rob*
i had my wisdom teeth out last week.
percocet is the troof
Whew. That’s one set of assignments graded. Next!
bfarwell, my dad still trims his extremely thick toenails with a hedge clipper!
“i havent been myself since.”
Well, that’s what you get for keeping your soul in your teeth. I keep mine in my liver, where the change is more gradual.
rf- oh yeah.
Though I admit I once stapled my pants up when working as a waiter in college. A little sharpie on the staples, lookin’ good.
Every time I look at the totally horrible BS that’s been done to our apartment, I remember that there are plenty of people whose criteria for evaluating work is whether or not it solves the problem, not whether or not it solves the problem in a way that is efficient/elegant/vaguely pleasing to be around/etc. I understand those people, they just make me fucking CRAZY.
when i fell walking UP the stairs in harlem and fell straight onto the marble stairs and my both front teeth were knocked out, I cursed life right then and there. it was in the lobby and i couldnt find my teeth! and it hit me right then and there that i was downwardly mobile in a way that i will never really understood… i told the other crazy people in the building that a ghost pushed me, but of course that wasn’t the case… but they all believed me. i havent been myself since. a ghetto shell of myself then and now a shell of myself living in park slope. not too much of a difference really, except i have no spending money.
*rob*
Drama Queen
“Your boys the Black Keys are blowing up.
I’m hearing their tune: Howling for You
in heavy rotation on local rock stations.”
Yeah – happy for them, although that means they won’t be playing small venue shows anymore 🙁