S:
K: I can’t decide if that’s gross or glorious. My mind says gross, my belleh says, “O glory!”
S:
K: I can’t decide if that’s gross or glorious. My mind says gross, my belleh says, “O glory!”
“M asked me if I finished my sandwich, I said yes, she asked where I stuck it, I said “In my ass.”
That is not what I meant to say. I meant it would go to my ass, thus I answered a question that was not asked.
The point it, I told M that I stuck a sandwich in my ass”
R: one of the boys in my office tried to eat a tablespoon of cinamin
spelling?
because he heard somewhere its impossible to do in under a minute
and it is impossible
and the video is amazing
S: cinnamon
for the record
and i want to see the video
right now
R: its on facebook but the kid who has it is gone
i cant spell
S: awww
R: he spits the sinnamon out in the sink
and then makes a noise like a dying camel
S: now i wanna try it
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
R:lol we so should! and then get everyone else to try it and just put up tons of videos of people trying it
S:yes
i agree
K would totally try it
R: great its a plan
S: we’re idiots
awesome idiots, but idiots
R: lol its going to be a youtube hit
Email to K, 10:16 a.m. (from S, obvs)
I sold my desk. On craigslist. Yesterday.
So my apartment is completely pristine except that everything that was in/on my desk is in a neat pile on the floor. And my room has one big blank wall that I think I should project movies or maybe Soul Calibur onto.
And now I need a new desk.
Haiku(s) for my desk:
Oh, Ikea desk
You were small and ugly
And not how I like
Sold to a Polan
Who looked just like Ben Kingsly
My stuff in a pile
Then, at 11:10 a.m.
K: Go to failblog and watch “All Aboard the Fail Train.” The Japanese are ridiculous.
S: I fucking love Japan.
Haiku to Japan:
Oh Japan, my love
Your subways would kill me dead
Hello Kitty, too.
(today is, apparently, a Haiku kind of day)
That is all.
–S
Guys! Guys!
It’s Adam West’s birthday! Our favorite Batman turns 80 today.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ADAM WEST!!
–S
K: When I climbed Old Rag last week, I experienced this stinging, uncomforable sensation around my groin for the last leg of the hike, like my underwear were pinching. When I got back home I discovered I’d been bitten by an ant on the testicle.
(For the record, this is potentially the best email K has ever sent me.)
–S