Tuesday, February 01, 2005
wow this laundry is really dirty
hello there kiddies.
this weekend my beloved mike and i went to indiana. because i don't like composing paragraphs, or, honestly, even sentences:
-mike and i do not travel well together. like as in we argue. about everything. the argument always ends with me cursing loudly and him saying something to the effect of "i'm not a retarded monkey". although i have never ever ever (to his face) called him a "retarded monkey".
-bloomington was fun. it was quite great to see melissa and ronnie and other people again. i felt like i hadn't been there in a long time. lots of stuff has changed. did you know the target is now on the completely other side of the mall?
i just squirted orange all over myself.
-i love la charreada. it is the most delicious restaurant ever in existence. ever.
-my brother is going to go to IU and the IU tourguides are like way way way way way way way *breath* way way wayyyyyy too chipper and ready to share TMI with you. eek
-the monster truck show was pretty interesting. for some reason, though, they insisted on blaring kid rock, limp bizkit, and other monster-truck worthy music. because uh, giant trucks driving around really quickly and loudly and jumping over/smashing shit isn't exciting enough. we need really. really. loud. music. or people might get bored. (well, my mom did fall asleep during it last year).
-baby puppies that have to be bottle fed and can barely walk are pretty much the cutest thing ever. ever. EVER. ahhhhh! i want one! they were so oooooooo cute. they ate out of their little bottles and then they curled up on me and fell asleep. they're so little too. i gotta put up some photos. because they are so cute.
-my sister is an awesome guitarist.
-mike and i would fight over anything. seriously. on the way home, we had an airing of grievances, festivus style. some of my favorites:
mike puts his dirty t-shirts up hanging near/touching my bath towel sometimes when he gets in the shower. i said that bothered me and he said something like "please, that bath towel gets around more than madonna in the early 80's. everywhere i look, there's that damned bathtowel. in the bed, on the floor, on the couch, on the chair. my t-shirts are doing that towel a favor by touching it."
oops i gotta go to class, here are two of mike's grievances about me:
the mound of dirty kleenex on my side of the bed. i have a sinus problem, jeez.
the fact that i put my dirty clothes in a pile on the bathroom floor (our bathroom is roughly 4 square feet) when i get in the shower and then leave them. forever. "our bathroom is like a museum of pajama pants," he said.
the airing of grievances was highly helpful, as i've gathered up all of the dirty kleenexes into a trash bag.
gotta go.
hello there kiddies.
this weekend my beloved mike and i went to indiana. because i don't like composing paragraphs, or, honestly, even sentences:
-mike and i do not travel well together. like as in we argue. about everything. the argument always ends with me cursing loudly and him saying something to the effect of "i'm not a retarded monkey". although i have never ever ever (to his face) called him a "retarded monkey".
-bloomington was fun. it was quite great to see melissa and ronnie and other people again. i felt like i hadn't been there in a long time. lots of stuff has changed. did you know the target is now on the completely other side of the mall?
i just squirted orange all over myself.
-i love la charreada. it is the most delicious restaurant ever in existence. ever.
-my brother is going to go to IU and the IU tourguides are like way way way way way way way *breath* way way wayyyyyy too chipper and ready to share TMI with you. eek
-the monster truck show was pretty interesting. for some reason, though, they insisted on blaring kid rock, limp bizkit, and other monster-truck worthy music. because uh, giant trucks driving around really quickly and loudly and jumping over/smashing shit isn't exciting enough. we need really. really. loud. music. or people might get bored. (well, my mom did fall asleep during it last year).
-baby puppies that have to be bottle fed and can barely walk are pretty much the cutest thing ever. ever. EVER. ahhhhh! i want one! they were so oooooooo cute. they ate out of their little bottles and then they curled up on me and fell asleep. they're so little too. i gotta put up some photos. because they are so cute.
-my sister is an awesome guitarist.
-mike and i would fight over anything. seriously. on the way home, we had an airing of grievances, festivus style. some of my favorites:
mike puts his dirty t-shirts up hanging near/touching my bath towel sometimes when he gets in the shower. i said that bothered me and he said something like "please, that bath towel gets around more than madonna in the early 80's. everywhere i look, there's that damned bathtowel. in the bed, on the floor, on the couch, on the chair. my t-shirts are doing that towel a favor by touching it."
oops i gotta go to class, here are two of mike's grievances about me:
the mound of dirty kleenex on my side of the bed. i have a sinus problem, jeez.
the fact that i put my dirty clothes in a pile on the bathroom floor (our bathroom is roughly 4 square feet) when i get in the shower and then leave them. forever. "our bathroom is like a museum of pajama pants," he said.
the airing of grievances was highly helpful, as i've gathered up all of the dirty kleenexes into a trash bag.
gotta go.
