I'm writing again. my life fell into a whole unexpectedly. oops. I never seem to look where I'm going. can I get an 'amen!' Am I the only one? no. c'mon. do it you losers. anyway.
my feet are stinky. At the height of my procrastination I laundered my slippers. that's a painful thing to admit but it's true. My feet were stinky so I laundered my slippers. laundered... that's the only way to wash slippers really. laundered. And I had buttered scones and tea on the trolley. laundered. really that word makes about as much sense as me laundering slippers.
The Other Half of Me: HEY PIF... YEAH YOU IDIOT BOY... if your feet smell wash your FEET, dumb-ass, not the slippers. FUCK! How did I get stuck with you of all people.
Well anyway... nothings working I washed my boot liners too. they still stink.
The Other Half: ... oh ...my ...god. (long angry pause) FEET!
Maybe it's the carpet?
The Other Half of Me: for GOD SAKE man! FEET! FEET!
Todays' Song of the Day "Sexy Boy" by Air off their 1998 album" Moon Safari."
Crazy Fact: They did the soundtrack to the Sofia Coppola film The Virgin Suicides in early 2000. not crazy enuf. but I don't care. I got nuthin'
njoy
1 comment:
Your feet smell. Amen.
Sometimes our lives fall into a hole. Gesundheit.
Sometimes our lives fall into a whole. You are Borg.
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