arthur would also be a good name for a guinea pig
i never thought ingrown hairs were such a big deal. but they are. i’ve had what i though was a pimple growing way under the surface of my chin for about a week now. some painful scratching pulled out what appears to be a corkscrewed whisker. fantastic. i’m keeping it on display in the bathroom if anyone wants to stop by and take a look at it.
yesterday 3 daves and a crowd of other jokers made it out to red dragon for wonderous (although i always thought it was called “wanderer’s”) punch and a bit of debauchery. many carletonians. the smoking ban will be a good thing for me, if not for many others. i had to take my jeans for a walk today because they were so overpowering.
the 4 sun ’storedge d1000′ cases sitting in my living room for the past year took a trip to wayzata, hopefully never to be seen again. i’ve learned that i’m too lazy to put stuff up for sale on ebay, so i’m (hopefully, if they sell) splitting the profits with planbauctions.com. that, combined w/ tax rebates, make a strong case for spending more money to keep the terrorists at bay.
i love having no pets, but i’m having a lot of trouble not wanting to pick up one of these little guys and pet it. worst case scenario, i could put it in spaghetti sauce or sell it on ebay, i figure.
this past week was the Week of the Car. it was broken into and had its cd player/stereo stolen on saturday, was examined by the insurance agent on sunday, had its front windshield and passenger window replaced monday and got a flat tire on tuesday. the warm weather has me expecting spring. it’s nice when my car isn’t grumpy first thing in the morning.
does the title “the master butchers singing club” bother anyone grammatically? I really want to see an apostrophe in that sentence somewhere. i only have one alternate explanation so far.
go patriots™
