MARK
I don't suppose you'd like to see Maureen's show in the lot tonight, or come to dinner
ROGER
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On my empty wallet
MARK
Touche
~*~"Tune Up #3" RENT
And we move on... I really hate my RENT burn. It's a piece of shit. But anyway. On to other things.
I watched Secret Window today. And fell asleep on the couch. (Much like Johnny does, actually.) But don't blame it on the movie - I was trying to do my English homework. (Rather unsuccessfully, if you couldn't tell) Mmmmm... Johnny is very hot. Even if his dye job in that movie is really bad. I mean, I pay attention to that kind of stuff, so I notice that his hair has grown out and more of it is brown instead of blonde... but anyway. I continue to go on and on about things... hah.
Last night I went to a Chicago Fire game and it was actually kind of cool. Molly, Jimmy, y yo watched el futbol con Freddie Adu. It was funny. (Don't you all enjoy my Spanglish just oh so much?) No really, it was kind of cool. And on the bus both ways Molly and I sat backwards and listened to Rent on her ipod. (stupid technological parents)
Ahh. Yo necessito dos phone lines para hablo con jake y molly and be online.
I got to go. I have other blogs to post on, so on and so forth. La de da.
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To days of inspiration playing hookey making something out of nothing the need to express to communicate to going against the grain going insane going mad. To loving tension, no pension to more than one dimension to starving for attention hating convention hating pretention. Not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dad. To fruits, to no absolute to absolute, to choice to the village voice to any passing fad. To being an us for once instead of a them. La vie boheme.
2 comments:
Tu, como se suponia, se hacia autonomo entonces podriamos llamarie pero usted no hizo! Y me gusta mi ipod!
This is a Comment. Ipods Rock.
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