Wednesday, April 30, 2008

so, i would like to say...

it is a beautiful day in dixie.
yessir.
so i'm doing laundry.
exciting, i know.


on a completely unrelated sour note:

to all the people at molly's monday night, (lovely margarita monday, i might add) if there was something on my face, or i didn't have pants on or something, could you please just tell me next time instead of being so rude as to just stare me down.
in the oh so eloquent words of Mr Pee Wee Herman, "take a picture, it'll last longer."

*feels a little paranoid*

Friday, April 25, 2008

*HONK*

so memphis is the honking-ist place i have ever been.
you will honk at anything.
THEN whatever you honked at, will find a way to honk back.

then i heard there was a law against honking.

interesting, very interesting...

magical sweet potato goodness

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the arcade is awesome.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

# 1

first time i'm saying this.


it's hot.

it's 11:00 pm and its 82 degrees fahrenheit.

i'm not from here, so i can say that.

holy fuck, i can't wait til august.

Monday, April 21, 2008

dear crack-heads,

please stop breaking into my and my room mates trucks.
we don't have guns, jewelry, or anything of value that you could steal to get your crack on or whatever it is you do.

however, it is a little sad that you don't find the 3 boxes of pottery in the bed of my truck to be of any value. i made it all. it's hand crafted art for god's sake!

i would like to thank you for not actually breaking anything though.
next time, however, could you shut my truck door all the way because my dome light runs my car battery down, and it would also suck if it rained.

also, a shout out to the crack-head who broke into roomie's truck a few years ago and stole the $18 radio shack tape deck, but left the $400 camel hair sport jacket. mad props, yo.

go fuck yourself,

a midtowner

and here's a great big cracked rock for ya

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

tornado!

sike!
it was just the sirens practicing.

however, i awoke this morning thinking,
"hey, i have been here about a month and haven't heard them once."

roomie says "hey erica, why is the floor so clean in this spot here?"
erica replies "well, in my efforts to practice for the WNBA, i tried to throw a coffee filter full of grounds about 3 feet into the trash can, and my results of 'practicing,' i was reminded that i probably will never be a sucessful basketball player."
rommie, "cold, cold reality"
*sigh...

oh and a note to the motherfucker who tried to break into roomie's truck:

fuck off.
-e

there were more things i wanted to say in this blog in general, but alas, my short term memory is at a loss...

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Saturday, April 12, 2008

under the red hot moon

so last night in a hungover stuper we went to the bbq shop(?) i think that was the name of it. its by pizza hut on madison.

it was pretty good. we decided that at our bar we would have ribs and you could dip them in your beans. that's it. no sauce.

today, i think, is the crawfish fest at overton sq.

i'm tired of typing and don't have much to say.

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