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Monday, November 07, 2005 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, what the heck is bothering me? "There is literally no one in the world I don't hate right now," so says a wise old television sage. New Jersey is purgatory. Someone buy me a punching bag. I need to get out. For the last week or so I've done my best to play tour guide for an out of towner around NY. It's been revealed I don't know dick. I'll get confused, say we should go right, she'll say left, and she'll be right. Every time. I have no idea where I'm going. I think it's best if I just start listening to everyone else. My guts do have shit for brains. One time, I was told every time was two words. I had mistakenly typed it as one. I wanted to punch them in the face. I was just told I'm going to get an advanced copy of Blitzen Trapper's new album. Happy day. posted by ezruh sellof at 10:28 PM 3 comments |
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When all else fails, go right for the swift kick to the groin. It's how I solve all my problems, and look at me, I'm not doubled over in testicular pain...
There was a point, but alas. Smile that Ezra smile!
Dude, all you need to know about New York City is that Olive Garden is in Times Square. I'll see you there, like, ten minutes ago!! Yay.
holsy shits is that a family matters reference?
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