Sooner Soup is a fine meal. You can dip your bread bits into it, and watch the parade baloons float up outside the window.
I went to the wine store, told the wine guy that I wanted wine to go with pizza, which to him translated as I want the crappiest wine you can find, and so he did. he found the crappiest wine in the store, and handed it over without the slightest trace of wine guy smirk.
I will learn.
At the parade, the ladies swished the frothiest of flags, they shimmered and I wanted one so badly....
I am allowing Btchelicious into my home tonight, so if this is my last diary entry, you'll know that she killed me in various ways and dragged my body into a shed for safe keeping. as I will be dead and the shed will no doubt not have a cable hookup or phone line, it will be very nearly impossible for me to update. Btchelicious, as you know, is rather dangerous.
in the basement of the law school, there is a small luncheon area with crappy foodstuffs for sale on the weekdays. on the weekends, it is a scary desolate empty luncheon area, with a few soda and snak machines and tumbleweeds and owls hooting menacingly and cobwebs. Today, Brian and I found a dozen or so wrapped bran muffins, just waiting for us to steal them all, eat them all, and wait for nature to take its course.
4:38 p.m. - 2001-11-17
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