Just so you know, I've made only 23 calls since September 12, 2005, it's 61.4* degrees in my room currently and sororities do not know what is in their best interests.
Too many: gays on late night BET, suck-ass awayers, and cold slices of pizza.
Too less: free "______", Steeler fans, and "anointed prayer handkerchiefs (1-800-939-4038)" in the world.
For the latter, no, this is not the last day. According to www.kerneythomas.org and Acts "eleventy tweleve" we are all saved by a handkerchief. "Taping live"...wow, good job. Of course you are TAPING live!!! Wait, I must stop whatever I am doing and call...
OK, I really did call. And I got an "automated voice system". God speaks in mysterious ways...through answering machines. If it weren't for the junk mail, I would have ordered the bless(e')d** handkerchief.
On a completely unrelated note, I went to Fazoli's with Thiede and his better half tonight. Dinner was good, got the Ultimate Sampler with unlimited breadsticks. The female of the group drives a Pontiac Vibe which is roomier than I thought. Granted, my legs were in the driver's side wheel well, but you'll have that in a small car. After dinner we headed to B-dubs because one of her sorority sisters (see above) turned 21. After a rousing game of Ms. Pac-man, Thiede and I joined the group. Girls...always late. Meet at 8? Psssh. More like 9+. Made it back to the Pike House by 9:30 in time to pre-game. Party = lame, but gone are the days of Cothera and his awesome parties. Highlight was the Chuck Norris Top 30 in the back-lounge. Niiice.
East-West Shrine game was on today. For those who don't know, this is the last game that seniors have to mark their territory for the NFL. Not as good as you'd think. NFL rules and no 'power offense', that is, hardly any counter and draw plays. Sucks to the full-backs.
In other news, I have a paper to write Sunday, so I'm out.
Nomar? I think so. Check out this:
Here I go again, I see the crystal vision; I keep my visions to myself. It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams and have you any dreams you'd like to sell? Like a heartbeat that drives you mad, in the stillness of the memory, what you had and what you love. Who says what you have? You know what you love. Thunder only happens when it's raining. Players only love you when they're playin'. They say women come and they will go. When the rain washes you clean you'll know.
*At time of posting temperature = 66.1 F.
**Think Shakespeare with the accent on the e.
Too many: gays on late night BET, suck-ass awayers, and cold slices of pizza.
Too less: free "______", Steeler fans, and "anointed prayer handkerchiefs (1-800-939-4038)" in the world.
For the latter, no, this is not the last day. According to www.kerneythomas.org and Acts "eleventy tweleve" we are all saved by a handkerchief. "Taping live"...wow, good job. Of course you are TAPING live!!! Wait, I must stop whatever I am doing and call...
OK, I really did call. And I got an "automated voice system". God speaks in mysterious ways...through answering machines. If it weren't for the junk mail, I would have ordered the bless(e')d** handkerchief.
On a completely unrelated note, I went to Fazoli's with Thiede and his better half tonight. Dinner was good, got the Ultimate Sampler with unlimited breadsticks. The female of the group drives a Pontiac Vibe which is roomier than I thought. Granted, my legs were in the driver's side wheel well, but you'll have that in a small car. After dinner we headed to B-dubs because one of her sorority sisters (see above) turned 21. After a rousing game of Ms. Pac-man, Thiede and I joined the group. Girls...always late. Meet at 8? Psssh. More like 9+. Made it back to the Pike House by 9:30 in time to pre-game. Party = lame, but gone are the days of Cothera and his awesome parties. Highlight was the Chuck Norris Top 30 in the back-lounge. Niiice.
East-West Shrine game was on today. For those who don't know, this is the last game that seniors have to mark their territory for the NFL. Not as good as you'd think. NFL rules and no 'power offense', that is, hardly any counter and draw plays. Sucks to the full-backs.
In other news, I have a paper to write Sunday, so I'm out.
Nomar? I think so. Check out this:
Here I go again, I see the crystal vision; I keep my visions to myself. It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams and have you any dreams you'd like to sell? Like a heartbeat that drives you mad, in the stillness of the memory, what you had and what you love. Who says what you have? You know what you love. Thunder only happens when it's raining. Players only love you when they're playin'. They say women come and they will go. When the rain washes you clean you'll know.
*At time of posting temperature = 66.1 F.
**Think Shakespeare with the accent on the e.
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