Dear Gin and Tonic
Thank you for tasting like wonderful Christmas Trees.
Thank you for tasting like wonderful Christmas Trees.
We have rigged a system of fans to blow cold air up the stairs into my bedroom, but it is still fairly muggy up here. I saw this roller dog in the street, and it was the first roller dog that I have been able to resist. Maybe if it had be verifyably cheddarwurst I might have… no!
I just thought that everyone should share the joy of a hot dog in the street.
I shouldn’t have to tell you what I thought of this movie. Totally awesome. I’d go so far as to call it a masterwork, but then I’m generous and not judgemental.
The plotting was intricate without being busy, the camerawork inventive without being overwrought with artiness, and the action was violent without being a vast sea of meaningless combat. Basically, this movie was the polar opposite of Star Wars Episode Three: well written, well acted, well done. I could go on about the anti-hero turning evil and being undone in the end, but that would be stretching the analogy far beyond its domain.
I made a new friend who reminded me of a lot of things that used to be important to me. It has been quite unsettling.
If you’re curious about school, there were three grades given to me this semester:
John got new beer glasses, and he forced me to drink beer out of them. Then he forced me to bring home a six pack. Life is rough.
Lychee Juice is pretty effing nasty. Especially the skin-like pulp. Gross.
It did go kinda well with the cheeseburger pizza slice.
Never mind. I should got get some sleep.
I had like 6000 gallons of coffee yesterday. I’m still a little spun.
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