Friday, January 09, 2004
Spent the morning picking glass shards out of my foot. I should have heeded Phil's words about wearing my slippers near broken glass the night before, but I'm young and pretty near invincible so not only can I walk on hot coals, but I can walk on broken glass as well.
I figured I'd start rearranging our front room as soon as possible. I'm hoping the Vickers show will be available as a Summer pick up on one of the Big Three networks. Basically the show is like the Late Late Show with Tom Snyder only Philip's cat, Vickers, is the host.
These are some of the highlights I found while cleaning up:
-a his hero is gone pin, which is mine until Gerry reads this and claims it as his own
-two holy bibles with all of the parts about begatting highlighted and underlined as well as dog earred
-Dan Quayle's autobiographye whiche looks like it's beene perusede quite a bite
I figured I'd start rearranging our front room as soon as possible. I'm hoping the Vickers show will be available as a Summer pick up on one of the Big Three networks. Basically the show is like the Late Late Show with Tom Snyder only Philip's cat, Vickers, is the host.
These are some of the highlights I found while cleaning up:
-a his hero is gone pin, which is mine until Gerry reads this and claims it as his own
-two holy bibles with all of the parts about begatting highlighted and underlined as well as dog earred
-Dan Quayle's autobiographye whiche looks like it's beene perusede quite a bite
Last night after hopping the fence and sneaking around the Public Gardens and drinking at various fine establishments, I came home and dropped my key in the snow. This would not be a problem if roommates were home, but like any well adjusted adults, they were out cultivating social lives.
After the fiftieth time ringing the doorbell, I decided to take matters into my own hands and I heaved a planter through one of the back windows, crawled through the broken glass, ripped my jacket, and got glass in my foot.
Now I have to talk to my superintendent
After the fiftieth time ringing the doorbell, I decided to take matters into my own hands and I heaved a planter through one of the back windows, crawled through the broken glass, ripped my jacket, and got glass in my foot.
Now I have to talk to my superintendent
