morning stuff

please, someone come get this chinese food. I don't have a microwave.

It's the morning! MORNING POST MORNING POST MORNING POST! Woke up and let the dogs out and fed them. One of Laura's dogs gets gravy on his food. What if I put gravy on everything I ate? I'd probably be more popular and hang out at the Varsity with my letter jacket and shades. Girls in skirts and pony tails would walk by, books in hand, and whisper "That's that nasty guy who ate duh gravy on duh food." Oh well.

McxDonald's in morning. egg and cheese biscuit and a side of hash ovals. Water. computer. Here's how I would tweet that: "Eggs, cheese, please, and biscuit. McDonald, McDonald, let down thy hash browns." and people would love it.

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Fast food breakfast reminds me of being in an airport. At like, five in the morning. And you just sit down and eat your croissantwich, and stare out at the airplanes slowly moving around, like water buffalo. I once knew a guy named Buffalo. We actually had cub scouts together when we were little. I saw him last Christmas through mutual friends. He tried to offer drugs to my parent's friends. Then my parents and I had to have a "choose your friends wisely" talk. Krizmaz.

I'm going to parties this weekend. I'm going out this weekend. I'm gonna get rowdy. r-o-w-d-i-e that's the way we spell rowdie? Cheerleaders are so stupid.

Anyone else get invited to a five year reunion at their High School? I didn't go because first of all that is ridiculous, and secondly, nothing has changed with me. I went to college, and am still in it. As one of my coworkers put it "I live in college." We're going to Loco's. Gettin' Loco's at Loco's. Do spanish speaking persons avoid Loco's? or wonder why the fuck there's a moose there?

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