I Don’t Want a Stupid Title

when i see a motorcycle parked somewhere, i want to get on it and pretend to ride.  i’d wait around until the owner came for it, just to see what he’d do.  i don’t know about him, but i’d be annoyed to see someone pretending to ride my motorcycle. 

gus tries to convince me that everything is his “busy season.”  i’m like, “Gus, wasn’t Christmas your “busy season?”  and while we’re on the topic, what exactly is it that you do???”

then he just kind of gets quiet.

p.s. this is one of those nights in which i’d blog away any little thought that pops into my head.  sorry. nothin’s on tv.

i had a pretty hectic night.  talked on the phone to friends, watched something on TV, i think - oh yeah, that movie “The fountain.”  it was dumb.  i also drank some beer, slid down the hallway on my belly like a penguin, and helped my roommate open a bottle of wine with the back of a hammer.   i don’t want to get anyone toooooo jealous by this LIFESTYLE i lead, but there you have it.

i want to be the first person in the history of the world whose liver has its own postal code.

cheers!

okay, when i originally got the idea for that blog, i was actually thinking the indian ocean had no right to exist.  then, after studying a map for about five minutes, i concluded that, maybe, while considerably lamer than the antlantic and pacific oceans, the indian does bring a certain je ne sais quois to the table.  on the other hand, the arctic ocean, i had quickly concluded, brings absolutely zilch.

further more, while the arctic ocean is sitting up there, mostly frozen i suspect, antarctica is down at the south pole thinking, “who the hell did the north pole have to blow to get an ocean?”

it just doesn’t make sense. 

my original blog stands.

i was going to write on the arctic ocean today, but i just can’t bring myself to do it.

okay, here it is.  i don’t think it’s an ocean.  like pluto, it should be renounced.  it’s just the tops of the other oceans.

sigh.

A Book Report on Pride and Prejudice

by Rachel Slocombe

Pride and Prejudice is about a girl named Elizabeth and a man named Mr. Darcy.  Mr. Darcy likes Elizabeth, but she doesn’t like him because she thinks he’s a snob.  When he asks her to marry him, she says no.  But, after she sees how nice his house is, she falls in love with him and they get married.  Pride and Prejudice is a good book.  It teaches you that you should never judge a book by it’s cover, and that you should always marry for money.

The End.