Monthly Archives: April 2008
Since it was sunny out yesterday, Andy and I decided to pack up Z and head on over to Tillamook for some free cheese samples and…not much else.
Tillamook has a frightening amount of churches for a small town.
Follow the smell of cow shit and you’re there.
You say heifer, I say heifa. I left my pump at home though.
I’M ASSUMING THIS IS A “TOY” FOR A YOUNG GIRL. WHY IT’S IN THE TILLAMOOK CHEESE FACTORY GIFT SHOP IS BEYOND ME. WHY A GIRL WOULD THINK A FAKE DOG IN A FAKE PURSE IS COOL IS BEYOND ME. WHY A PARENT WOULD BUY THIS FOR THEIR DAUGHTER IS BEYOND ME. PARIS/LINDSAY/MARY-ASHLEY: YOU’RE GOING DOWN. ALL CAPS = ANGER.
And last but not least: Andy’s self portrait. It could’ve been taken anywhere, really.
Oh, hey D. What’s up. Where ya been? Counting down somewhere, I’m sure. We can always count on you for that. How can we jump without your steady “In five…four…three…”
But seriously…? Where in the frack have you been hiding? Definitely not under Apollo, I gather. I just finished watching episode Six of One and all I got was Apollo hugging you tearfully and saying, “I guess you got the house.” Which of course means you two have divorced. Of course. Since you should have never gotten married in the first place!!! One stupid wrestling match and then doe-eyed love? Not buying it. Especially when Billy (*bites fist*), like, bit the big one two seconds beforehand. And did I mention that Billy was AWESOME? I’m sure he would never have cheated on you, not only because he was totally in love with you…but since he knew you could easily kick his ass.
But even as I cheer this relationship’s demise, I fear that now there’s no excuse to give you any screen time.
Anyway. EBay. It’s evil. Explain to me how I’m going to bid on a vintage article of clothing…vintage meaning gently used, even though some of these things look completely worn the fuck out…that would probably cost me 2 bucks at The Salvation Army? And in the last couple minutes of bidding everyone gets ferocious and one ups each other and you end up with a selling price of …what’s that? 60 dollars?? A cool 100?? You have GOT to be kidding me.
Yeah, I’m bitter. I wanted that damn jacket.
Oregon wishes it were California. The sun came out to play today and everyone went berserk. I actually saw two guys doing flips (shirtless) across the grass. There were, of course, countless frisbee games, Tupac and Bob Marley playing in the background, and naked limbs as far as the eye could see. Don’t break out that sunscreen just yet kids! It’s only April.
Here’s to sunny weather. I recently bought these:
Wow. That gladiator sandal looks like it’s going to kick the Frye Agatha pump’s ass (This…is…SPARTA!!!!!!!). I would resize it, but…meh. Anyway, I’m excited about wearing sandals and tank tops. Sandals seem to be year round here, though: I’ve seen many students lumbering around campus in flip flops and those god awful tevas in the pouring rain. Kooky.
Maybe soon I’ll post pictures of me in lovely spring/summer outfits. I won’t be bounding shirtless across the grass, though.
Wow. Why did this need to happen? What’s that? Is that a “direct to video” I see? *slaps forehead* Sweet Jesus. I’m not even going to link to the trailer…so horribly bad.
Who’s hoping that there’s a segment where Corey Feldman treats the audience to his own rendition of…what was Michael Jackson’s latest “hit”…Blood on the Dance Floor?!
The Lost Boys is one of those movies that I will love forever based on the fact that my family and I watched the movie about a hundred times and quoted it often, and … Jason Patric was hot. With about three t’s. Jami Gertz was HILARITY in that movie. Her “dancing” during the greasy gyrating saxophonist concert? Classic. She basically stands on a rock, grooving, with her mouth open for at least a full minute. Gaping mouth apparently = sexy. And her delivery gets me time and time again.
“What’s your name?”
“Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaar.” (said with mouth open, in a dizzingly stupid fashion)
Meanwhile, Michael (Patric, looking all sensuous) acts like she just cured cancer.
I still believe!
My family (sister, bil and nephew) left yesterday after a lovely weekend romp in Portland/Vancouver. ‘Twas a sad moment. But we took about…2,000 pictures?… so the memory of last weekend will live on. And we’ll probably see them in the near future. So there’s that. But for now, I miss them.
Z was IN LOVE with Ezra, who was in turn afraid of Z.
Her love fills me with rage.
And then came the modeling…