Button Up Your Overcoat
Today was an odd one, for some reason. Not a whole lot happened during the school day, besides watching the end of Angels In America and me being the only one that got the jokes when the Jewish guy screwed up in a prayer. I laughed. Whatever, it's Jewish humor, ok? We're not all Jerry Seinfeld. Oh and not to mention THEORY. Jason....M-O-U-S-E.
Well, again with the "party shmarty". Today, Daneel and I decided to go...you guessed it...shopping. And I bought my second winter jacket in 2 days. I can't help it. We ditched out on some Monday night drinking that was going on. We like being anti-social. We're social together and that's all that matters. Even though we're the same person. Schitzophrenic. Good word.
Clayton told me to write about him. But I don't know what to write. Because it's too much of a chore. I don't want to be forced to write about him. So I won't. Deal with it. It got cold in Toronto today. It was minus 1 and windy. And Clayton's coughing. That's about it. We're for sure going to Miami in December. I head out for Toronto on the 16th and then we head to Miami on the 17th. Don't worry everyone, I'll bring back awesome presents.
Except for Cuffer. Ovaries, Cuff. Think about it.
Oh and for Check...I'll buy an umbrella. "Is that...is that...rain...??"
I'm scared of Cuff. He's a rebel. A new piercing and a new attitude. I can just feel it. Maybe it's good that I'm not going to SASKatoon. He might beat me up. Or worse, make Jewish jokes and make fun of my faith. Oh wait....too late.
Blog Blog Blog. All that I can say now is that it's getting continually closer to the time that Daneel is leaving and I ain't happy about it! Not to mention the fact that it's getting closer to the time when she'll get to see the guys and I won't. That's such a bugger. I'm sorry Mayzie. So sorry. Stupid pole. Stupid drunk driving. I need to stop that. And Daneel needs to stop hot-boxing Mayzie as well. High, drunk, a pole and 2 giggling girls. That's either porn or the makings of a dented car. Or both...
Better blog tomorrow. I promise. More will happen.
Love.
Well, again with the "party shmarty". Today, Daneel and I decided to go...you guessed it...shopping. And I bought my second winter jacket in 2 days. I can't help it. We ditched out on some Monday night drinking that was going on. We like being anti-social. We're social together and that's all that matters. Even though we're the same person. Schitzophrenic. Good word.
Clayton told me to write about him. But I don't know what to write. Because it's too much of a chore. I don't want to be forced to write about him. So I won't. Deal with it. It got cold in Toronto today. It was minus 1 and windy. And Clayton's coughing. That's about it. We're for sure going to Miami in December. I head out for Toronto on the 16th and then we head to Miami on the 17th. Don't worry everyone, I'll bring back awesome presents.
Except for Cuffer. Ovaries, Cuff. Think about it.
Oh and for Check...I'll buy an umbrella. "Is that...is that...rain...??"
I'm scared of Cuff. He's a rebel. A new piercing and a new attitude. I can just feel it. Maybe it's good that I'm not going to SASKatoon. He might beat me up. Or worse, make Jewish jokes and make fun of my faith. Oh wait....too late.
Blog Blog Blog. All that I can say now is that it's getting continually closer to the time that Daneel is leaving and I ain't happy about it! Not to mention the fact that it's getting closer to the time when she'll get to see the guys and I won't. That's such a bugger. I'm sorry Mayzie. So sorry. Stupid pole. Stupid drunk driving. I need to stop that. And Daneel needs to stop hot-boxing Mayzie as well. High, drunk, a pole and 2 giggling girls. That's either porn or the makings of a dented car. Or both...
Better blog tomorrow. I promise. More will happen.
Love.
posted by Rae at 10:55 PM
2 Comments:
ps> She's kidding, I would never do anything to hurt "our" Mayzie ;)
M-O-U-S-E??? JK! its all great. *unenthousiastically* bam... Good times were had by all. I love you. Just wanted to let you know. and if worse comes to worse...at least you're not being poked in the face with a fish!
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