as you probably know, because i've probably told you, i will be turning twenty-four over the coming weekend. so i thought it was time that i brought out the list.
this year for my birthday, i would like:
- one open shot at michael bublé, preferably in a public forum where many people besides myself will be able to benefit from the feeling of immense satisfaction that can only come from my fist hitting his face.
- for the guys in the home theatre department to stop playing the michael bublé holiday concert, so i can be rid of the aforementioned violent fantasy.
- the common sense to return the new blue winter coat i bought this week which cost approximately half of my weekly budget (and from which i have not yet found the stones to remove the tags; if only it weren't so beautiful!).
- stan or another gentleman much like him.
- for unc chapel hill's application deadline not to be this friday (it was nice while it lasted. so long, dr. escobar).
- sleazy, sweaty high school making out with someone who has about five days of stubble.
or, alternately, you could all just come out and get drunk with me on friday night. either way.
28 November 2006
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You ask for five days of stubble, four days before the party.
You know how to set a bar, my friend; I'll give ya that.
(Or should I simply stop doing the math of you?)
Ok, so Troy has 5 days of stubble--or maybe less, his facial hair grows like, well i don't know what to compare it to, but anyway--it's not a comfortable feeling when the stubbles have rubbed away your skin and you start to bleed and stuff.
yeah and sometimes you get a rash, but i think it's all worth it. it makes your lips swell up and get really red, which is a plus because that's totally HOT.
and uh, frank, you should know by now that i never come out even. fuzzy logic being what it is, i'd say you should just relegate me to the gre bin and be done with it.
I want an HDTV, but that's neither here nor there.
I have a skull you can have. You can maybe work your way up to the full stan.
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