Seriously who has my "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot", and "A Ghost is Born." I want my cd's back. i am sick of playing these albums off of my computer. I want to place the disk in my player and listen to it load the beauty and wonderment which was so delicately placed on those cd's. So please if you have them return them. I am weeping as i type just remembering all the good times i have had with both of those disks.
And John Totten, dont argue with me on this. But i love interpol. And why do you have to get on Mason for likeing them too. That is the only common bond me and Mason have. Why do you want to take that away from me. Like you took my Wilco cd's. Come on man.
In other related news. I got my teeth cleaned today. it had been since october of '00, back when i was on my parents insurance. Supprisingly no problems, they think i have beautiful teeth. The only downer is that my wisdom teeth are really moving towards the surface. The two on the bottom are aimed right at my back molars. Seriously that sucks. My x-ray looked like my wisdom teeth were about to spear tackle my molars. Do you know how bad it hurts to get spear tackled without pads. Well it sucks, and just imagine if you were the size of a tooth. that would suck even more. You would walk around all day long and no one would be able to see you, because teeth are small compared to people.
And the winner is. For the category of strangest search that resulted in a visit to my blog. Angolian dating or mating rituals. There we have it folks. I am the number one site to visit if you are wanting information on dating and mating for angolians. So who ever it is out there that keeps doing the strangest search in the world, keep it up. Because the strange ones always make it to me in the end.
Well well it is that time again, time for me to stop typing. The time in every post that you all look forward to, like you look forward to your next bowel movement. I do not have any advice for you today. but i will say that if you, who ever you are, return my cd's to me in good order i will not kick you in the balls. But please seriously give them back. i am tired of living in sadness. Seriously!
Posted by himself at February 17, 2005 4:55 PMhuffine,
The slate is clean. Great to hear from you. You're blogs is fantastic. keep in touch
huffine, you are so wondefully entertaining and you really should compose a love-hate ballad of excellence for the heartbreaking story of your spear tackled molars who (although they wish they could) will never be the same size as people. then PMATFPOWAS will play it at their first show. I guess technically i am the lyriscist so i should write the song, but you may have just told me that because john and i are boyfriend-girlfriend. by the way, did i pass you and chris' little test or what? no jury has ever been out this long on a case...
Posted by: meg at February 17, 2005 7:11 PM