Sunday

Posted by Thomas Mon, 13 Feb 2006 02:02:50 +0000

My first impression of looking at this picture was that it was mediocre at best. Go ahead and look at it now. I’ll wait.

Back now? Looking at it now later, I notice the girl in orange, which totally changes my opinion.

Anyway, not much going on here. Cold and stuff. My car could really use a tune up/tire brake rotation/checkup. I also need a haircut, but for whatever [stupid] reason I continue to push it off. I did laundry, which made me feel better than it should have. I also felt like I worked all weekend. And how is it that a person would have no qualms about marrying someone they hardly know? What sense does that make? What sense does this sentance make? None. It’s 2am and bedtime for bonzo.

Spam poetry for your enjoyment:

suddenly the sandwich taught miserable,
suddenly immediate wife mentioned out yours.

my side steps across love explain,
hard anybody fire wrong respect goes,
young is anybody you different?

bought here find.

bought out disappoint mischievous already,
somewhere drew evening again yours.

reply letters the commit find end.
how purpose being.

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  1. bigbrother0074 said on February 13, 2006 @ 8:21 am:

    it seems like the hidden text at the bottom of a viagra email

  2. Drew said on March 3, 2006 @ 7:36 pm:

    Thanks for the shout out in the poem.

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