you stabbed my cocktail with a kitchen knife, took a picture for posterity, and then called me weird for dancing on the coffee table and singing into the dvd player remote control?
[total ed kowalczyck moment, in case you were wondering. it happens. somehow i acquired a LIVE dvd which i like to imitate sometimes but probably shouldn’t. “lightning crashes” sounds really good when you’re elevated on the coffee table and a few pops in. my neighbor is probably going to burn this dvd one day when i’m not home. i’m rethinking the notion of giving him a spare key even though i sometimes think i should in case i lock myself out of the house. which has also happened. sort of like the time i left the house with the faucet running and the front door wide open for 13 hours . . . except the opposite of that.]
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