Wooo! Friday! Is anyone ALIVE out there?!
Okay, so it's Frrrrrrrrriday night. Hell yeah. Um, so what's up? I'm going to a movie tonight with Mikey, after having the day off, wasting all of it (except lunch with the Captain) and dealing with QWEST as my phoneline decided, since my old lightning struck modem couldn't finish Blogagaard off, to die on its own accord. Good news is, we're back, baby. The bad news: we're back, baby!
Friday! Friday!
Yeah!
Can I get a witness?
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About Me
- David Oppegaard
- St. Paul, Minnesota
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
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7 comments:
Wind. Crickets.
Chirp.
I didn't think our lunch was wasteful. I'm glad you excepted that.
No. Lunch was productive, Captain. I don't know how, exactly, but it was. Lunch always is.
The wind is on the prowl. I love the sound of crickets, as long as they aren't directly in my ear. I miss summer. I miss having a front porch and sipping llamanade and refreshing myself with the wind that a good fan produces. I love you, Bartles and James. You are etched behind my eyelids.
Nope. Pure 100% ground up llama juice. Mmmmm mmmmm.
Movie? Which movie? Would you recommend? Any llamas in it?
It was "Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang" with Robert Downey Jr., Val Kilmer, etc. Dark hardboiler detective comedy. Pretty good, suprisingly.
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