Tuesday, March 10, 2009

debris

Elizabeth O'Hara is this blog's #1 fan.

I do not know where Ryan Call's cookies are.

I want to start wearing sweaters and penny loafers rather than ten year old moth-eaten t-shirts and jeans. It will be funny.

I found a place to live in Boulder for the summer. I feel relieved. Now I need a place to live for the rest of the year and the next year and some of the next year.

I want someone to chase me through the kitchen of a five star restaurant.

Attack the wack.

6 comments:

Matt DeBenedictis said...

The wack always fights back, with blows that will make your sides become old man gums. So make the first attack on the wack worth it.

Bradley Sands said...

I heard you either used to be a minister or an avenging disco godfather. Later that night, I drank tequila that had a dead scorpion at the bottom of the bottle.

Elizabeth O'Hara said...

To be sure, my dear sir, your blog has its chunks of cool suspended in gelastic aspic, but I'm sure you have acolytes more devoted to your mien than I, in m'darkness.

Bradley Sands said...

I'm a little worried about these chunks.

Jess Gulbranson said...

Poke out your eyes and move to Portland!

Bradley Sands said...

grad school...