April 2009
March 2009
Nothing.
Skype for the iphone is cool...but I have probably...
haunted, when the minutes drag................
p.s.
about the van Gogh painting…The Night Café. I forgot to add that was made, and that letter sent just a few months before he lost his shit and sliced up his ear (though Gauguin thought van Gogh was going to murder him with that razor).
Listen
fuck ass shit
I give up tonight. frustrated. damn you van gogh.
That painting I posted here a few days ago…The Tempest. On the exam today there was a question about that painting.
The artist of this painting was trying to express :
A) An allegory of poetry with nature and landscape
B) A mythological scene
C) A biblical scene
D) some other bullshit answer
I mean… I have no idea…
I put A.
money doesn't have a g in it.*
I forgot the company I was with...
My boss: What day is that thing Ming?
Ming: A Wednesday or Thursday.
My boss: Man, I really don't want to do that event. I'll definitely have to work. Maybe I'll just take a day off....and that day will happen to be then.......ah damn, I can't take a day off. I know I can't.
Me: (leaning into the conversation) Ya know...you should just be drunk that whole day while you are working...it's sort of like taking a day off.
the rest of the room: (blank stares)
goddamnit I am moody today
I often wonder about the prints that are out in...
“Let that which truly does not matter, slide”
– Tyler Durden
Dear Scott Lawan
Ya know those viewmaster you made? Make more of those.
damn these bills
Ween - Roses Are Free
“Resist all the...
“Whats the most abused drug in this country? ASPIRIN. WHY? Because it works. ...”
– Dave Attell
p.s.
I changed my twitter username. I don’t know if everything switched like I hoped it would. If it didn’t the new name is marrrrrrk
(6 R’s) yo. for some reason.
“call me fat all you want, just don’t say I love my parents”
– Sondra
attempt one
ehhhh. mediocre results. too soon.
dammit
poor form. mistake.
crossword puzzles*
crossed paths*
Oh yeah
I have an exam on Monday. I should get on that shit.
Morgan: STOP!
Me: nooooooo
Morgan: whoaaaa
Me: whooooa (Gordon trying to hit me because I touched him)
Me: don't hit me man
Morgan: NO!!!! No fighting Gordon
Gordon: ....... I'm gonna fart...
dammit
I really need to go out and buy dog food.
