let me call you a dingleberry
The bitter cold has left, and left me acclimated and able to enjoy the upper thirties. A miracle of a virus has taken up residence in my body and turned my face into a mucus kitchen in order to replicate it's genes. It's a magical world we live in.
Due to my sickness I've been unable to do much besides read, explore the wasteland of Fallout 3, and figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I've decided to go back to school in the fall to get my M.S. in civil engineering. So I'll be moving back to Bozeman sometime between now and September. I talk a lot of shit about Bozeman, but I figure since they're getting a Dreamland park pretty soon I can tolerate it a little more. Is anyone going to still be there next fall?
The Merriweather Post Pavilion album art is the visual equivalent of the droning repetition that is a song like My Girls. I like it. Also, it moves like waves when you look past it. I didn't read that on any blog.
I'm waiting for Final Flare extras to load on YouTube and it's painfully slow. I feel like I'm downloading songs on Napster with a dial-up connection.
In conclusion, I'm moving back to Bozeman. And fuck you, Evan.
Due to my sickness I've been unable to do much besides read, explore the wasteland of Fallout 3, and figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I've decided to go back to school in the fall to get my M.S. in civil engineering. So I'll be moving back to Bozeman sometime between now and September. I talk a lot of shit about Bozeman, but I figure since they're getting a Dreamland park pretty soon I can tolerate it a little more. Is anyone going to still be there next fall?
The Merriweather Post Pavilion album art is the visual equivalent of the droning repetition that is a song like My Girls. I like it. Also, it moves like waves when you look past it. I didn't read that on any blog.
I'm waiting for Final Flare extras to load on YouTube and it's painfully slow. I feel like I'm downloading songs on Napster with a dial-up connection.
In conclusion, I'm moving back to Bozeman. And fuck you, Evan.