hardcore jammin ahead
Once I start driving (I have a license but don't really drive), no doubt there will many a day when you'll see me drive by, windows down, Allman Brothers blasting (and then you'll see me drive into a fire hydrant). Their music is liberating!!!
Madonna wrote a children's book. Correct me if I'm wrong, but is it really that difficult to write one of these? Pick a moral, an endearing woodland character, and avoid big words. Or maybe it's actually a very intricate and elaborate process, something that shouldn't be taken lightly.
(Right.)
Father's Day tomorrow...but my dad probably doesn't even realize it. I get my spaciness from him, no doubt about it. He's in AK with a fresh bunch of houseguests and tells me that the other day the weather was "so nice, the flightseeing plane could fly up all the way to the top of Mt. McKinley!"
And then he said he had to go and would talk to me later and hung up, before I could even respond. Booooo.
I remember those little planes...scary at first, but beautiful. Once, the pilot tried to scare me and my brother (he was probably 3 years old then) by doing barrel rolls. I loved it, watching the mountain spin around. My brother was asleep, lameeee. Well, he was 3.
Found some awesome pictures that my dad put up on his website, taken by some of the climbers:
Aweeeesomeeee. I wish I had the discipline/willpower/guts to do that.
Anyway. I guess it's better that my dad stays in AK, he's much happier and not as claustrophobic. But it kind of sucks when I call him (rare event!) only to be...IGNORED!
Innnn other news...I DESPERATELY want
I actually sat in the bookstore reading it like it was a novel. I want to be able to make my own creme brulee, damnit!!!
Billy Graham freaks me out. He represents a lot of things that freak me out, actually.
And this is where I end a somewhat pointless entry (but aren't they all?). Think will go read some more.
Madonna wrote a children's book. Correct me if I'm wrong, but is it really that difficult to write one of these? Pick a moral, an endearing woodland character, and avoid big words. Or maybe it's actually a very intricate and elaborate process, something that shouldn't be taken lightly.
(Right.)
Father's Day tomorrow...but my dad probably doesn't even realize it. I get my spaciness from him, no doubt about it. He's in AK with a fresh bunch of houseguests and tells me that the other day the weather was "so nice, the flightseeing plane could fly up all the way to the top of Mt. McKinley!"
And then he said he had to go and would talk to me later and hung up, before I could even respond. Booooo.
I remember those little planes...scary at first, but beautiful. Once, the pilot tried to scare me and my brother (he was probably 3 years old then) by doing barrel rolls. I loved it, watching the mountain spin around. My brother was asleep, lameeee. Well, he was 3.
Found some awesome pictures that my dad put up on his website, taken by some of the climbers:
Aweeeesomeeee. I wish I had the discipline/willpower/guts to do that.
Anyway. I guess it's better that my dad stays in AK, he's much happier and not as claustrophobic. But it kind of sucks when I call him (rare event!) only to be...IGNORED!
Innnn other news...I DESPERATELY want
I actually sat in the bookstore reading it like it was a novel. I want to be able to make my own creme brulee, damnit!!!
Billy Graham freaks me out. He represents a lot of things that freak me out, actually.
And this is where I end a somewhat pointless entry (but aren't they all?). Think will go read some more.
posted by Deb Oh at 10:58 PM
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