Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Autobiography the First
Lately, readers have been yearning to time travel.
Unfortunately, the MIT convention for time travellers (t-shirts now available!) will require, well, a trip to MIT. Now don't get me wrong or anything, but I heard that MIT had recently begun breeding dolphins, and needless to say, I think we all know that MIT isn't by the water, and therefore, MIT = dead dolphin problem.
Originally, I was going to write a clever lead-in to this blog involving something other than catholicism, feminists, anal sex, dolpins, anal sex with dolphins or any of the aforementioned for that matter, but somewhere along the way I got lost tabbing, spacing, and tabby catting. (Probably not what you think it is).
Much of my early life was devoted to cherished memories. Not that they were cherished at the time, except, of course, the memory of when I tried to jump from the couch onto the coffee table - a ride to the hospital and a scar ensued, - and that one's always been cherished. Needless to say, I still cherish the lingering taste of my runners that made me run fast; they had yellow lighting bolts on the sides = speed.
After Carr heard dwarf school wasn't in the cards, he decided to join me at Holy Cross. There, we broke windows, a door, two desks, a table, feminist pride, gay pride, catholic pride, egg pride, minority group pride, an interactions math book; inches thick, a light fixture, the accompanying light, a locker; sharp metal pieces then jabbed a classmate, one left nut, a field hockey stick, Oh, we also attempted to steal a clock, long after we instituted Streetphunkin', the option where you were allowed to wear huge heeled Converse hi-tops, improve your street cred, and learn about Compton.
After Holy Cross came MIT, a dolping breeding experiment that I was never in charge of, the WRP, and a houseboat in an undisclosed location.
Recently, I've been reffing soccer matches. I've also been bitching about reffing, and then re-deciding I will ref more. Today, I called the half and went to hassle the boys team on the other field. Did I mention I got in on a conversation with a bunch of 13 year olds who were all, "Shit yeah I'd hit that!" while speaking of other 13 year olds....
Leave it to the brown kid to say he'd give it to her from behind.....
"Say what you want about America, but thirteen dollars still buys you a heck of a lot of mice" - George Micheal.
Unfortunately, the MIT convention for time travellers (t-shirts now available!) will require, well, a trip to MIT. Now don't get me wrong or anything, but I heard that MIT had recently begun breeding dolphins, and needless to say, I think we all know that MIT isn't by the water, and therefore, MIT = dead dolphin problem.
Originally, I was going to write a clever lead-in to this blog involving something other than catholicism, feminists, anal sex, dolpins, anal sex with dolphins or any of the aforementioned for that matter, but somewhere along the way I got lost tabbing, spacing, and tabby catting. (Probably not what you think it is).
Much of my early life was devoted to cherished memories. Not that they were cherished at the time, except, of course, the memory of when I tried to jump from the couch onto the coffee table - a ride to the hospital and a scar ensued, - and that one's always been cherished. Needless to say, I still cherish the lingering taste of my runners that made me run fast; they had yellow lighting bolts on the sides = speed.
After Carr heard dwarf school wasn't in the cards, he decided to join me at Holy Cross. There, we broke windows, a door, two desks, a table, feminist pride, gay pride, catholic pride, egg pride, minority group pride, an interactions math book; inches thick, a light fixture, the accompanying light, a locker; sharp metal pieces then jabbed a classmate, one left nut, a field hockey stick, Oh, we also attempted to steal a clock, long after we instituted Streetphunkin', the option where you were allowed to wear huge heeled Converse hi-tops, improve your street cred, and learn about Compton.
After Holy Cross came MIT, a dolping breeding experiment that I was never in charge of, the WRP, and a houseboat in an undisclosed location.
Recently, I've been reffing soccer matches. I've also been bitching about reffing, and then re-deciding I will ref more. Today, I called the half and went to hassle the boys team on the other field. Did I mention I got in on a conversation with a bunch of 13 year olds who were all, "Shit yeah I'd hit that!" while speaking of other 13 year olds....
Leave it to the brown kid to say he'd give it to her from behind.....
"Say what you want about America, but thirteen dollars still buys you a heck of a lot of mice" - George Micheal.
