If anyone asks, I’m watching the NBA on ESPN and not the Lindsay Lohan version of The Parent Trap on ABC Family
March 2010
74 posts
February 2010
58 posts
“You know, you insist government is depraved for not legislating against what we can see on newsstands, or what we can see in an art exhibit, or what we can burn in protest, or which sex we can have sex with, or a woman’s right to choose, but don’t you dare try to regulate this deadly weapon I have concealed on me, for that would encroach against my freedom!”
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Sam Seaborn (via brklyn)
I would totally go gay for Sam Seaborn.
I was just a little drink. Then I watched last night’s One Tree Hill. Now I’m a little drunk and emotional.
The guy next to me at the bar (who is wearing a Blackhawks jersey) just asked the bartender to turn on the Canada hockey game. Only in Chicago baby!
I go to Chicago for a few days and it fucking snows in Austin. That’s some bullshit.
Oh well, half way done with the bar exam. What kind of shot should I take at the hotel bar come 4:30?
I am without a doubt the only person in Chicago excited about the fact that it’s snowing.
Damn you TNT for showing Deep Impact this afternoon. I really needed to study.
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Had some wild Ambien hallucinations last night. This is the second time in the last couple of months that I’ve not fallen asleep fast enough and then been able to better relate to Hunter S. Thompson.
The first time it was my hallucination that all of the little men that are inside Coke machines in their new ad campaign were inside my body, causing my body to work. Like they were pumping my heart and shit.
Last night was far less organized. It started when my TV became 3-D and the characters were coming at me. (This was true the first time too. The TV is always the catalyst). Then my legs and the comforter grew into a large twisty tree, which was a problem, because it meant I couldn’t move my legs. Then some sort of chute opened up and I was riding my mattress down river rapids. Then that ended without much fanfare and I was just back in my room. And this whole time, the shadow of my fan was plotting something. Every time I would close my eyes, the shadow would grow to be 5-6 times larger than the fan, and then I would open my eyes and the shadow would start to recede, as if I’d caught it in the act. Shortly thereafter I feel asleep and the hallucinations fortunately ended.
I tried calling friends last night while it was happening, thinking it would jostle me back into reality, but it had no such effect, so I just narrated my hallucinations to them.
“Internet note left by Joe Stack, the man linked to today’s plane crash: http://bit.ly/dnx5Nv”
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He also wrote a book apparently.
