I don't know what's wrong with me, but fatigue (only in French of course) seems to fit. I must be turning into a cute panda, though the three toed sloth is more likely.
For those of you who are deeply concerned about my life and eventual Peace Corps-ness, I talked to my recruiter today. I will have a phone interview, so no trip to Dallas. Thank you baby Jesus, that would have been hard to pull of. There's not a lot of transport here in the bayou outside of 'gator skis.
I am a lover of weird ass music, and apparently the calliope. Beirut is amazing. More amazing than amazing. Gulag Orkestar is by far the most mood setting music I have ever heard (whatever that means); not that I know what mood it is, but lord, does it ever set that mood. Everyone should run out, listen to it, and romp around Europe in their heads with me.
To conclude my random post of no focus, I am in the process of forcing Alan to blog more about his crazy life. Because last night alone was golden, and it was thrown together last minute. Not even a full-on halfway house fête, one of which is going on as I type these words.
Secret Bonus: I have been secretly naughty and refuse to tell anyone about the specifics of it. Yes, Alan, that includes you. Its not terribly secret and will probably get wrecked and make a mess as per usual, but nothing actually catastrophic this time. I just want to see where it goes. I'll be sure to blog the shit out of it then. /sigh. Good night my faithful following AKA my little brother..
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3 comments:
You have been sleeping with your Sugar Daddy!
Oh my God, I knew it!
Pipo! you didn't tell me you have a sugar daddy! You should have had him buy you Watchmen.
:P
Hey, did you know that Keefer's "About Me" section is: "I listen to Beirut, a lot."
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