mother, oh mother...go dig my grave both wide and deep
i'm told that all the finest women come from africa. chris bridges told me that. well, he didn't tell me personally, but nevertheless i found it out from him. i don't know if they have to be directly from africa or if they can be descendants of africans. i'll have to call up chris and ask him to clarify his statement for me so i can determine it's validity.
do you ever get the feeling that you are anxious for something, but have no idea why? or that you feel the need to tell people something but don't really know what it is? i kinda feel that way. i've got too many thoughts floating around my head and too many things i am feeling all at once that i don't really know what is going on. but if it continues you will be able to finally see a person become soup while walking down the sidewalk. or maybe you will just be able to see pictures of it. either way, it will be exciting and worth a glance or two.
i want a bicycle. zach bought one and i think i should get one, too, but not just because zack got one. it would be a good way to stay in shape and stuff. the only problem is that the kind of bike i want can end up being a bit pricey. i just don't like mountain bikes, and i can't really justify buying a new road bike. maybe i will just say "screw you, bank account! i'm getting a decent bike! suck on that, monthly balance statement!" yeah, i feel like saying that to a lot of things, but only replacing key words with other ones, like 'bank account' with 'evangel', or 'decent bike' with 'manicure', or 'monthly balance statement' with 'coldplay'.
i think the folk tunes are calling my name. excuse me while i enjoy the soothing melodies that a guitar and mandolin can exude.
do you ever get the feeling that you are anxious for something, but have no idea why? or that you feel the need to tell people something but don't really know what it is? i kinda feel that way. i've got too many thoughts floating around my head and too many things i am feeling all at once that i don't really know what is going on. but if it continues you will be able to finally see a person become soup while walking down the sidewalk. or maybe you will just be able to see pictures of it. either way, it will be exciting and worth a glance or two.
i want a bicycle. zach bought one and i think i should get one, too, but not just because zack got one. it would be a good way to stay in shape and stuff. the only problem is that the kind of bike i want can end up being a bit pricey. i just don't like mountain bikes, and i can't really justify buying a new road bike. maybe i will just say "screw you, bank account! i'm getting a decent bike! suck on that, monthly balance statement!" yeah, i feel like saying that to a lot of things, but only replacing key words with other ones, like 'bank account' with 'evangel', or 'decent bike' with 'manicure', or 'monthly balance statement' with 'coldplay'.
i think the folk tunes are calling my name. excuse me while i enjoy the soothing melodies that a guitar and mandolin can exude.
posted by goodbyedearsun at 11:53 AM
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there was a beautiful young woman from nigeria at mizzou when I was there. I thought about asking her out a lot but I never did because she was muslim and I was still in love with the half-sexican that lived in my brain. anyways, I think the point to the whole "the finest women come from..." statement is that they don't come from here, wherever here may be.
I want a bicycle too. I've been planning on buying a bicycle ever since spring but I just bought a bunch of cds and dvds instead. because that's what I do. I still want a bike though. and you can't ask anyone for advice on what bikes to buy because they always tell you to buy a specialized and I'm like "Can't you buy a car for that much?" or "Can't you buy a Vespa for that much and not have to pedal?".
so how's it going ryan? I haven't talked to you in like 5 months or something.
i totally agree on the bike/car/vespa thing. if i could promise myself that i would ride my bike every chance i had for the next 10 years, then i might think about getting a bike custom fit for me. but i don't trust myself that much. i tend to lie to myself a lot. i'm a bastard.
in other, unrelated news (and to answer your last question), i guess it's going okay. i'm kinda sick of taking math classes. doesnt really make me wanna go to grad school. i might get a hair cut next week sometime, but havent decided if it will be short or just trimmed. i have to wait until they lop off a cyst or two on my head and how bald i am after that. oh yeah, and igby peed in my closet, on a bunch of clothes and a book bag. i think he did it cause widget might have pinched a loaf in there. i at least found a loaf that was pinched some time ago. just goes to show how much i don't use my closet or those clothes.
in pakistan, everyone rides around on these chinese bicycles. they're very practical, plus you can always fit an extra person if you need to go out on a date with a gorgeous african hottie. or you could fit an entire family on there, apparently... or was that the motorcycles? anyway, they're cheap bikes and pretty reliable. not a whole lot to 'em, but they're good for transport. you'd save tons. if you want i can pick one up for you next time i'm there, which will be...
or you could go there and bike back.
i would love to ride my bike from pakistan to springfield. good idea. or should i go to china instead? i think i'll go through china on my way back to the states. maybe i can get a good trade-in on my pakistan bike, then. sweet.
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