Hot Diggity Frank!
Things are getting too confusing so I have decided to return to a state of cheerful oblivion. Maybe not cheerful at this exact moment because I am not in a very good mood right now. Most people have never seen me genuinely angry. You know how you would say that in French? Like this: La plupart des gens ne m'ont jamais vu vraiment fache. I had to look in my text book for that. Anyway, Les has seen me angry a few times, one of those times being the epic battle in which we fought over Craig. Actually, Les and I only fight over stupid stuff; like who has been playing Playstation the most and therefore their turn is over and it is someone else's time to play. We also fought over a cat, but I don't want to go into that because feelings are still a little bitter concerning that episode and Les, I won't say anything if you won't.
Today it was hot. It is October and it was at least 90 degrees outside. That is ridiculous and strange. Actually, this unaccountable heat could be related to my rotten mood, as hot weather (especially hot weather in October) makes me crazy.
Also, I feel like eating pancakes. My favorite pancakes are flat pancakes. They are like crepes, only better because my dad makes them and he is cool. My dad can make flat pancakes, fix my car, make a professional woodsman's fire (with his mind), wear white socks with brown loafers and green plaid pajama pants, look at mere mortals with such a look that their knees shake, and tell really funny jokes. Did I mention that he is a shark wrestler? Because he is.
Today it was hot. It is October and it was at least 90 degrees outside. That is ridiculous and strange. Actually, this unaccountable heat could be related to my rotten mood, as hot weather (especially hot weather in October) makes me crazy.
Also, I feel like eating pancakes. My favorite pancakes are flat pancakes. They are like crepes, only better because my dad makes them and he is cool. My dad can make flat pancakes, fix my car, make a professional woodsman's fire (with his mind), wear white socks with brown loafers and green plaid pajama pants, look at mere mortals with such a look that their knees shake, and tell really funny jokes. Did I mention that he is a shark wrestler? Because he is.
posted by Booder at 8:55 PM
5 Comments:
what the crap is jessica klarkson talking about? she needs to get her priorities straight for once in her life. hey jess, i broke up with you in high school, get over it! stop following me around and babbling on and on about nothing! people are starting to think you're wierd.
yeah, the jessica klarkson thing threw me off for a second.
amanda, it's SO weird...i was just thinking today that it is TOO hot for october. especially when i decided to wear a shirt and swearter to class, had to park 10 miles away and was really gross by time i made my late entrance into class. i don't like hot days...but what's even more strange is that i've had a weird craving for pancakes today! I usually really dislike them and haven't eaten them in about 7 years! hmmm...that's random.
here's a uselful fact:
the gas prices in bloomington are raised depending on when state farm employees get paid...so, gas is always cheapest on tuesday and most expensive on wednesdays. one of the many random things i learn in my media writing class.
normally when ac girls laugh at a guy it's because they are trying to flirt with him (it's really the only technique they know). but since i'm married and wasn't even there, i guess it must have been genuine. that doesn't mean she doesn't think i'm really hot though.
tami, you are wonderful! i never knew that about gas prices and when i said that out loud jenn looked at me like i was an idiot (which may be true). and the pancake thing is weird, but i crave pancakes at least once everyday, but i sympathize with the weirdo-hot-weather-in-october thing. i want to wear jackets!!
and traver, i'm laughing again but i laugh at people because they are truly funny, or else they fell down some stairs. that's about it.
funny, unbelievably attractive, tamato, tamoto.
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