This is an email I sent to my girlie-girl the other day
oxoxoxoxxooxxo back at you…. brain is a bit….. sweaty is a bit….. sleeepyyy, a butt, buit… but bit a bit…. nappy wappy, not crapphy, but daft~prappy, xoxoxoxo uggghhhhhh…. blach…. blondee bonde do role
I am a simple Canadian boy and the heat does not agree with me.
Yikes.
It might be a loooooong summer
thar she blows!
I’m still at the coffee shop, rummaging through emails and facebook and who the hell knows what’s next, stifling though my brain’s boredom…. I’ve done some more research on the bans…. have done some writing…. feel al-right…. coffee in the system is good…. the cafe is nice, busy…. I don’t feel like I’m wasting my life away, which makes me glad…. I do have an itch to be a part of the world… I don’t know why I can’t relax and not feel like a waste of space… I’ve read through the new New Yorker, Barbara Walters, and an article about photo shoppin’ and fixin’….
Lotts of people seem to be injured around me.,… lotts of crutches and slings…. I don’;t know what to think about them…
I’ve writiten some fun stuffy-stuff, my nose is a litttle stuffy snuff… the streets are lively, the music is nice and the caffeine is surging though me. I feel a little confused, bored, stimulated and the back of my throat itches with stale coffee aftermath.. I think I don’t like French Roast…. I want to smoke 20 cigarettes, but kind of don’t at all…
“Babe, I have my period.”
“But what about my exclamation point?”
At some point this weekend we started sing-songing the phrase, “hating our lives and living in the mall”.
We probably repeated that at least 114 times to each other. What is wrong with us?
showered again…. water wasn’t very cold, but feel nice and tired…. hopefully I’ll sleep until you come over and rub my clean feet…. does this work with you? I think it’ll do for today’s diet.
My new favorite phrase that I use every 14 seconds is “Meanie Pannini”. I use this mostly when talking about my girlfriend.
I have also just added, in a sing-song voice, “Meanie Pannini, wouldn’t show me her weewee”
While watching the Academy Awards, the diet coke commercial that advertises the contest for the dress that Heidi Klum wore down the red carpet.
Her: Without Panties!
Me: I bet it smells so good.
The other night I dragged the Girly Girl outside to stand with me as I had a smoke. She was a bit on the chilly side, so I moved the scarf from my neck to hers. It looked good, the orange and grey of the scarf matching almost perfectly with her grey and black outfit.
But it was cold. And she complained that I was a terrorist making her stand outside like that.
And I could only respond, “It goes well with my diet.”
Me: It was a Pirate Ship of Doom.
Her: That would be a great metal band name.
Me: What would?
Her: What you just said… Pirate Ship of…
Me: of…?
Her: …?
Me: Don’t you wish you could DVR me?
Her: [hahahahahahaha]
