Wednesday, September 21, 2005

It's about 4:30 and I'm lagging behind in packing for school. When you have an elderly cat who gets cold in 85 degree weather and melts into your lap, it can be really tough to get motivated, so now I'm just planning on leaving when rush hour dies down instead of trying to beat it. My bed isn't set up down there so I will probably end up just sleeping on the futon tonight and focus on putting my room together tomorrow...Unless there's a Eugene hoe reading this who'll let me sleep at her place---(503) 939-4106. I'm looking at you, Leslie Morrison...

We probably wont have the internet at our place for at least a week, so I'll probably have to use the computers at the school library with the Asians who look up anime porn all day. Hopefully, I will be able to shoot out some blogs between now and then. It's a huge week for the ducks this Saturday as they are playing the #1 team in the country: USC. I don't have a ticket yet, but hopefully someone I know will die or something and then I can use their's. Just to let everyone know, at about 10am that morning will be the start of something artistic, something wonderful, something that will possibly bring a tear to your eye. For during that time, I will start my drinking binge and extend to anyone who reads this the honor of watching true art in motion. You'll see debauchary, irrational behavior, laughter at inappropriate times, bum fights, copping feels, laying on the pavement, knocking over tables, yelling at girls, and demanding more cowbell from the fat chicks. It will truly be a worthwhile experience for you and the entire family to enjoy. I love displaying my artistic visions for all to see. Everything will be improvised....No musical accompaniment and I usually make up the choreography as I go. Anyway, tickets will cost one beer or mixed drink per person...Children under 7 may watch for free.

Not much more to say. Oh, and I killed a hobo last night...You should have seen the look on his face!

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Leslie doesn't deserve that comment, after all it was vog'e (it's french) who had cold feet. The dixie chicks song, ready to run, was on repeat in his head and because things ended up the way they did Vog'e will leave that relationship with the gift of the 36 minute shower and the nerve to match his underwear with his shoelaces. god bless the mountain carp`

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