bob...bob..white?
Journal Entry: Wed Jun 25, 2008, 10:47 AM
- Mood:
Vengeful - Listening to: Belle and Sebastian
- Reading: 334
- Watching: american psycho
- Playing: with quail babies!
- Eating: french toast, oh yeeeaah
- Drinking: iced soy latte
that's the sound of my friends, chillin' on the floor.
Hey children, gather round so I can tell yinz a tale. Not a tale of woe or any particular mystery or magic. A silly tale of what I do all day and why I think it's worthwhile. As usual with my blogs, I'm going to work backwards to my previous blog. Last night me and bannister had a tequila tuesday. You see, tuesdays are my saturday and bannister is free to roam about every other night. So with every intention of just a few beers we instead had a few marcelo's. I'd been longing for south america the last couple of days for a few reasons. A nice gal from chile found my few scant photos of chillan and such and has been chatting me up about how great it is, which is quite true, and it's making me homesick. For my home way south of the border. In the afternoon yesterday i went to visit my parents and their laundry facilities and i watched this really neat show called No Boundaries and it was about a chef who travels about and seems to get along with everybody. So this episode he was in argentina and he did a good job of making argentina seem like the coolest place on earth. So anyway it made me thirsty for the traditional drink of south american exchange students- the Marcelo. a hearty double shot of tequila, then a slice of lime, then a can of Red Bull. Yum yum!
Moving on, a couple days ago this very nice gal I know named Vanessa gave me a most wonderly gift. A few months ago I gave her some vietnamese stick insects because she's into exotic pets. So she up and gave me two bobwhite quails! I'm guessing that they're nearly a month old. They're both little cutie boys. We named them Kafka and Meatball and right now they're wandering about the living room peeping and cheeping and general being a couple of cutes patootz. So i spent my week's tips on a cage and other fun stuff for them.
No more spending for me, I have things to save up for. On August fourth i'm going to ohio to see Radiohead; a little dream of mine that's coming true. Also in august is the yearly vacation to the cabin in the poconos. That's going to be a big sloshing bucket of fun. this time we've invited friends to come along so i'm really looking forward to that. i'm planning on reading Watership Down while i'm there since i've never read it.
A few days ago ernesto and i went out for a night of fun and adorable togetherness. We took jub-jub the greatest car in pittsburgh across the bridge and through the tunnel to the land of hipsters- fabulous bloomfield. First we went to strip for Sushi Kim and excessive helpings of fish. Then we saw Mariage Blanc at the Brillobox which was fine and dandy. I drank La Fin Du Monde. I wish i could afford to make it my drink of choice at all times but it was a fifteen dollar bottle or some such. it was an evening of sensational senseless spending! then we went to dan's place to check out the uninhabited top two floors of his house. i'm not going to really get into it, but believe you me, it's a sight to behold. words can describe the treasure trove that we found. well, not my words at least. ernesto's words could probably describe it. hopefully he will, we talked about the obvious opportunity for a killer story that the floors of stuff provided.
okay anyway i keep getting distracted by the birds, i need to get on with my day. maybe this will be part one of a a journal. yeah, it's two in the afternoon and i still have yet to put pants on. what a bum.
bye for now
Devious Comments
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It's not a pitcher. It's a photograph.
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Hey Peacock?
Yeah, whats that?
I just wanted to know what his blood tasted like, was it sugar and vinegar, or whiskey and dirt?
(It's all of those)
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It's not a pitcher. It's a photograph.
I am glad that you are writing a children's story.
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It's not a pitcher. It's a photograph.
I'm very excited that you are now addicted to lost just like me. Truly it is the most wonderful thing on television. Mum and Dab told me about the new place- congratulations and whatwhat. I can't wait to see you and also can't wait for you to see Kumar. Teehee! I say "Hi!!" back to Cubby but with thrice as much enthusiasm. What kind of big scary dog do you live with? I used to live with a presse canario. They're the biggest and scariest of them all. Anyhoo, I can't wait to talk to you about Lost. Woo! Ciao ciao.
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It's not a pitcher. It's a photograph.
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It's not a pitcher. It's a photograph.
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It's not a pitcher. It's a photograph.
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It's not a pitcher. It's a photograph.
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No hero in her sky.
your photos are definitely amazing and inspirational =]
haha go pittsburgh.
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marcus J.
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l'ennui est contre-révolutionnaire.
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It's not a pitcher. It's a photograph.
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l'ennui est contre-révolutionnaire.
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