Thursday, September 15, 2005

Howdy. I’m eating trail mix. See, this time I have an official reason to say howdy. Seriously. And you thought I was just sayin’ shit again. no way, jose. Now it’s only legitimately important things of which shall be uttered from this metaphorical udder. Dammitt, no, I just fucked it all up. Sorry.

Well new york, atlantic city, and don’t forget exton goddamm Pennsylvania, were all quite the effin bomb. Well, exton may not have been THAT incredibly cool, but the event of which why were there more than made up for it, and the countryside is very nice and scenic and of beauteaousness, even when you’re getting ass lost like a country bumkin innit.

But getting lost is part of the fun, right? Nah, not really. Getting lost basically sucks, unless you get lost in like some super crazy slum and all of a sudden you emerge from this back alley and you’re in candyland, and your best friend gets to be the gingerbread man forever. In THAT situation, ok, yah, I getcha.

I didn’t pick up any new astromedallions from the charming vendors of that fair city by the river, and the other river, and the other river, but if you put me on a scale you’d be like, shit, homey picked up a brand new 7 pound astromedallion, and you’d be so right and so wrong. That’s why the jokes on you jack, but the jokes on me. But I wouldn’t change a thing, except for maybe that one blackjack table. But if I did that, who knows if I ever would have sat at the other 50? And that, my friends, is why Christmas is the work of the devil.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Why would anyone read this balderdash? Of that I do not know. I have had a “hell” of a time in nyc, whatever that is, getting into all kinds of shit and seeing all kinds of things, of that you can be sure. Part of me is happy to get back to the HI and part of me is bummed to leave, I won’t measure the measurements, just because a ruler is useless when the shit hits the fan, you know what I mean, and if you don’t, then you need to ask johanssen hasselhaff, yep, he’s the main dude behind the trigger at the 3rd and 11th bar, wherever that is, don’t look for it, cuz it may not exist, it may, but it may not, you know how it goes, or maybe you don’t. thx to true & Jamie for taking the time. Wrd to ossifer brd. Aloha malaho nui loa. Aka whatever you might think of it. Serially.