Mac is my cat. She Rules. She's trying to keep me from bloggin' by being all like "I'm an adorable little cat thing. Look at me as I try to walk on your keyboard, aren't I cute? I'm pretty sure I am. You should pet me. Don't type. Hey look. Is this your shirt? I think I'm going to roll around on it and get hair all over it. Tee Hee!"
Tonight I took Ben up to St. Louis, then came home. It was fun. My cousin Josh and my good friend Justin Spaeth accompanied me and it was a most enjoyable trip. We listened to some nice tunes, talked some philosophy, just generally hung out. I don't hang out with Josh as much as I should. We'll hang out for like a week, then go six months without seeing each other. It probably has something to do with the fact that he lives in Indiana, and I live in Cape.
This week I'm going to look for another job. Maybe something where I'd just work weekends or something. Yeah. Weekends. Nice.
So I was at my cousins' graduation party this evening, and my cousin Aaron Jofuss Essner came up to me and said, "I saw your Heggeman's blog song. It was pretty neat, I couldn't understand it though." That was wild. (Plus I think it was a diss on Matthew cause he was the one singing, BURN!)
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Make sure Mac doesn't get in the way when you're making the calls for that job.
You: Hold on a minute please.
Them: Another call?
You: No, it's my cat! She Rules.
Mac: Tee Hee!
He might check Heg's blog. Which is, in general, less loserish an activity. No one should read Matthew's blog...unless they've been witness to the *hmm hm HMM HMMM*.
Okay, yes, my Blog is trash. It exists almost solely for me to have all the links I frequent appear close at hand when I open my browser.
Also, I am very burned. I think I'm going to head towards that burn ward over here.
You know Matthew, I'd comment on your blog if it didn't ask for a password...
speaking of hmm hm HMM HMMM we need to bust some of that out sometime soon, my skeelz are getting rusty.
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