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January 24, 2006
Evil Princess Leia
Look right.
It is my new link in the bet of all possible places. The site is a bit juvenile in its explanations but the topics are wonderful. Siberia (wink, wink) is something I am down with right now.
Look in my pocket.
It’s all the notes that I took during the day about the diner and the random thoughts I had during while the tables are slow. One must do something other then deliver the pancakes.
I think these are the best:
He again sits and orders the same thing—still smelly. I am not a frequent shower taker but I know my own scent//must find tool (or person) to measure scent that way my skin will remain silky soft and I will not offend the masses.
What does the bus boys wife look like? Does she get some action on the side too? Does the bus boy or is it all just…bus boy talk.
Why do we have sexy lingerie? It just looks stupid (see Improper Bostonian). If you were having sex would you have to have the sexy lingerie face cause if that is the case I would spend most of the time laughing uncontrollably. It is a cross between angered and sleepy face with a dash of self-aware. Far too many tassels for such little fabric and so much money for the tassels…why not naked?
The Everglades//That drive when the animals seemed to play peek-a-boo with us from the forest. It was all devastatingly beautiful. Is that sublime beauty? Have I given Sublime to high of an evaluation?
Am I stressed? Do stressed people really know they are stressed if they think they appear low key? Is being high maintenance mean you think your low maintenance therefore I am stressed?
self discloser | By razorback | 11:06 PM
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Makes me think of the Ilya Kabokov installation "We are Leaving Here Forever!, which featured a room with hundreds of scraps of paper and broken tags and pocket lint, all carefully labeled, a cross between a diary and a crime scene.
Posted by: jb at January 25, 2006 11:24 AM
Someone once told me that sex requires a sense of humor... so you may want to go with the sexy lingerie face... or not.
Posted by: Natalie at January 25, 2006 07:59 PM