koo koo ka choo
4 things to be exact, which i shall list for you now, whether that fascinating intro has knocked you unconscious or not you easily bored epileptic FOOL -kady will come home (woohoo!) -my brother will turn twenty, and i will kiss goodbye my last hope of ever even remotely understanding why the hannah montana worshipping generation exist -some AUC bureaucrat will crawl out of a swamp and blow into a conch shell to call back its demon spawn (what? of course i still hate it--graduation does not even begin to quell the torture that was AUC) -i move back downtown! I DO I DO I DO! back to that sweet smell of car exhaust, sweaty gulfi men lightly marinated in stinky gazelle musk and a hint of donkey poo. that stank makes me feel ALIVE! which might just be what my system feels like when it's in shock but man, do i miss that downtown funk.
the BBC makes me want to move to england. i've narrowed it down to australia and england for grad school. australia has hot people and england has good tv. after talking to the hot people and trying to make sense of the mono-syllabic grunts and squeals coming out of their oddly contorted faces, which i later learned they make in those rare moments when the few neurons left up there stumble upon each other-- i'm much more interested in the good tv. pie! (oo i want pie) |