quiver quiver

happy days come hard and fast.they consist of mindless chitchat, intelligent conversations, doubling over in laughter, a good workout, an inordinate amount of flirting rounded off with supper at swensens

sitting in swensens at hollandv with a jambalang gang, the guys decided to concoct a potent potion from anything and everything that was on the table, coming up with a putrid brew that tasted oddly of assam manis/sng buay. The girls were just being wimpy as usual and they refused to try it, with us wheedling them into it. I couldnt imagine not trying that bowl of ugly shitty vomit, because when im old, taking my last breath, i'd go, "oh wait, what did the bowl of ugly shitty vomit taste like?" and then i'd die a miserable man for not knowing what the bowl of ugly shitty vomit tasted like. how often do people do things only because they think they will have no regrets? we should all learn to do things that, if left undone, will make us bitter old people.

no, i am not alfred prufrock, nor was meant to be

prudish paul is a punk who looks like a prune with shades of pink and purple

music in my head :: well it's true that we love one another :: the white stripes
[matt has a much better version "well it's true that we hate one another" with lyrics that go "paki lovin!"]