|Graph it out yourself, nerd.
||[Jan. 4th, 2009|03:08 am]
J David Black
Started on a high note, as well as several low notes, and a bunch in-between at Rev. Jack Ladybird & Hightower's x-mas spectacle (peppermint sonicified)
dove down to shitty, thanks to pervasive, poorly treated mental illness among my family members (sample quote, "I am a brilliant man.")
Got better, thanks to U China's x-mas day seafood buffet (you can eat a lot more when you're not having to talk to people)
Got great, at robb and lydia's wedding reception and accompanying after party/hangover day at jon ezell's (the best time i've ever had in Tuscaloosa, bar none)
Made a sharp turn towards awesomeness in Pickens County (new additions to my lexicon: Skootch, awesome awful harmony, bubble yum soda, swedish candles, glogg)
and just when I thought it was all over:
George Royer comes to the plaza with good news and a pretty lady, and I come home with a phone number.
potent quotables holiday edition 2008
"you got to tap a bitch on the shoulder"
"I call 'em my pussy cushions" (possibly followed by "faggot!")
"who's been fucking the spirit of the forest?"
"We're sitting on each others butt's"---
---"That's a sosha bisskit."
"let's go slam a sparks in the gas station parking lot!"
"I'm afraid I'll lose my shirts."
got any more for me? I think we can put bartlett's to shame.