In bed
March 27, 2005 | 1:51 am | Uncategorized | Girly, The Man | 5
So my friend Steven hosted a ’70s party tonight at Numbers, the dance club around the corner from our house, and I got all dressed up in vintage gear and walked over there to support him and all. And I stayed for a few hours, and then walked home and washed my face and changed into an old t-shirt I’ve had since high school, and just now opened all the windows in our house and laid on the bed on top of all the covers to check my e-mail. And just now, all of all sudden, it started raining really hard, which is one of my favorite things in the world, because we have a corrugated metal roof on our house, and the windows are open so I can hear the rain really well in this sort of acoustic through-both-the-windows-and-the-roof kind of way, and it has just made my day, even though it’s only 1:50 a.m. Sunday morning. The only thing that sucks is that my favorite person in the whole wide world is not here laying next to me and enjoying it as well.
I tried to comment on this once before, but I guess your blaaag didn’t like what I had to say.
But it is true that listening to a good, hard rain while you’re falling asleep is one of those unbelievable feelings that makes even heathens like me wonder if there’s something more to this life than man, woman and television.
Dr. Pants gets all sensitive all of a sudden.
Eat fruit from a shit tree and die.
Does that make me edgy again? I just fucking like it when it rains.
Ohhhhhhh. Okay, Dr. Pants. I get it. You’re a badass.
And for the record, that “fruit from a shit tree” stuff just totally made me laugh out loud at work.
You are goddamn right I’m a badass. I make Count Chocula look like fucking “The Count” from Sesame Street.
Oh, yeah, funny story. Apparently I was retarded as a child and constantly referred to my favorite show, Sesame Street, as “Sesam Treat.”
Who knew such an adorable baby could grow up to be such a sexy badass.