SIX DAYS TO GO!!!
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so the boy lent me the super awesome smashing pumpkins boxed set a whiles back, and thus my love for the pumpkins has been summarily revived once again. and though i remain dubious about billy corgan’s latest solo effort, things like this and the rumors swirling around it ultimately get me all excited and then very wary.
and i mean, who knows what’s going on in corgan’s crazy little dome. then again, he seems to be about relatively complete disclosure these days.
who knows? who really knows. then again, pink floyd is reuniting. so maybe…just maybe…it could happen for the pumpkins?
i know — i know, i KNOW — how much i say i hate babies and will never NEVER ever NEVERNEVERNEVERNEVERNEVER ever even if my life depends on it or whatever under NO CIRCUMSTANCES and with no amount of alcohol or money on earth breed, because i fuckin’ hate the idea of those little vagina pirates in relation to anything having to do with me, but…i can’t help it, this is the one exception. this is the only time you will hear me gush about any fetal-parasite-soon-to-be-mini-human. i swear it.
that said:
IT’S A BOY!!!!!
::does happy dance::
break out the cigars everybody.
::squee::
my coca. my coca is having a baby, she’s going to be some body’s mommy, ay dios, my coca… is going to be a mommy, and they found out it’s going to be a boy. what’s more, he’s due in august. august is a fairly decent month to be born in… omg, i’m so excited. and now i know what she’s having and can totally go out and get lots of awesome and adorable little boy things and totally spoil it completely rotten from across the country.
man, i can’t believe it. hell, i remember when i was just a little kid and coca was my babysitter. she’s the one that turned on that first episode of beavis & butthead for me. she’s the one that let me borrow ice cube’s first cd, she’s the one that got me listening to dre & pac. she’s the one that had the unwedding — aka one of the funnest parties i’ve ever been to. she’s the one that shares my love of the raider nation. she’s the best in the whole wide world. she’s my coca.
and i love her.
even if she is officially a breeder. :p
one of the best parts of being all growed up is the fact that i can come home after a long day at work & grueling workout at the gym, and if i don’t feel like going through the elaborate process of cooking food, i don’t have to!
cheese & crackers with a popsicle, it’s the breakfast of champions! beef, it’s what’s for dinner. (where beef = popsicle, but not beefcicle, mind you)
my kingdom for a raspberry popsicle.
heh. the following is an illustration why i don’t put stock into horoscopes…but if i did, these two would be the only that i’d ever be faithful to. for they always make me laugh, this week being no different:
Nerve.com – Horoscopes by Neal Medlyn
Leo (July 22-Aug. 22)
This week, pay a little extra special attention to yourself. Go off into your little cave to rub two sticks together intensely (or rub something intensely, anyway). You should make this more than a week of masturbation, though. Think about treating someone like they’re the lady of the manor and you’re the beleaguered but secretly enthusiastic servant. She calls out to you, “Trevor! Come bathe and perfume me!” or “Trevor! Rub this lotion into your hands and massage me vigorously. You shall do this for hours, Trevor, do you hear me!” Your altruistic attitude will pay off once you return to society.
that *might* apply, if you know, i were a dude…named trevor, i guess…
Severian (August 1-ÂSept 6)
You will be unable to shake a deep feeling of unutterable sadness as you roam the world with a scruffy band of misfits at the end of history, performing the occasional execution in your search for your lost mother/lover and a way to rekindle the dying sun.
whoa, the onion reformatted? wtf?
and thus, these are the best horoscope services in the world. far more accurate than anything else out there. and way less apt to give you nightmares, like that freaky-ass walter mercado “dude/thing”…although, i still love chris rock’s horoscopes for every sign: “you’re gonna die”
is it wrong that i’ve got a soft spot for saddam hussein because he looks just like my daddy? hee. that’s so awful…but it’s true!
so the boy lent me the super awesome smashing pumpkins boxed set a whiles back, and thus my love for the pumpkins has been summarily revived once again. and though i remain dubious about billy corgan’s latest solo effort, things like this and the rumors swirling around it ultimately get me all excited and then […]
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i know — i know, i KNOW — how much i say i hate babies and will never NEVER ever NEVERNEVERNEVERNEVERNEVER ever even if my life depends on it or whatever under NO CIRCUMSTANCES and with no amount of alcohol or money on earth breed, because i fuckin’ hate the idea of those little vagina […]
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one of the best parts of being all growed up is the fact that i can come home after a long day at work & grueling workout at the gym, and if i don’t feel like going through the elaborate process of cooking food, i don’t have to! cheese & crackers with a popsicle, it’s […]
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heh. the following is an illustration why i don’t put stock into horoscopes…but if i did, these two would be the only that i’d ever be faithful to. for they always make me laugh, this week being no different: Nerve.com – Horoscopes by Neal Medlyn Leo (July 22-Aug. 22) This week, pay a little extra […]
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is it wrong that i’ve got a soft spot for saddam hussein because he looks just like my daddy? hee. that’s so awful…but it’s true!
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