December 2007
11 posts
I love the French Canadians on Project Runway Canada.
I just finished my last
I just finished my last final. I’m done until January. Now, the ordeal that is home.
Phoebe: I'LL GIVE MY HUSBAND A BLOWJOB AND WHEN HE GIVES ME MY ALLOWANCE I'LL GET A SNAPPLE WITH IT.
Phoebe: hahah the poor snapple lady would not approve of such things.
Phoebe: she just wants to spread snapple cheer.
Phoebe: god, what a fucking word; snapple.
Phoebe: it doesn't even seem real, now.
Phoebe: like i just made it up.
Phoebe: what the fucks a snapple.
I should probably be sleeping now. Instead, I’ve decided to stay up and spend the next, oh, 20 hours (?) studying for finals. I have fifteen pages to go before eating…breakfast (uh, maybe breakfast?). Additionally, posting through an AIM bot makes this entirely more conversational than usual.
I enjoy midnight walks to the gas station to get cigarettes.
Phoebe: i wonder if we'll go backwards unlike everyone and actually get less cynical the older we get.
Me: Nah, probably not.
“Where does creamed corn figure into the workings of the universe? What really is...”
– The Log Lady, Twin Peaks
Kreepie Kats →
Where better to start than at the beginning? Also, they get better.