My ReedMy GibsonGetting well. Getting teeth. Getting back on a motorcycle. Basically..... getting my shit together again; only this time I have help.
If we need to make each other's acquaintance; we will. And why are you stalking me anyway? ............................................................ .................... .... I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4
Your love is like bad medicine.
Road House
I AM THE ONLY PERSON ON EARTH WHO DOESN'T HAVE CABLE. I COULD CARE LESS, I HAVE AN IPOD. You're Dorothy!
"Please, Blanche, we could get herpes listening to this story." You're Dorothy, the whip-smart substitute teacher who kicks ass at Scrabble and Jeopardy. You dish out the sassback to your loved ones ("Oh come on, Ma, that's superstitious nonsense. You know, step on a crack, break your mother's back, it doesn't work -- I know!"), but you'd never really send them to nursing home Shady Pines. Your comebacks ("Did you just get back from a funeral?" "No, Rose, we were singing backup for Johnny Cash.") get funnier each time we hear them.
Funny shit that makes me laugh. Documentaries that make me think. Or funny shit that makes me laugh so hard I cry, or documentaries that make me cry until I laugh.
I like to read non-fiction a lot. It helps broaden my horizons and quench my thirst for knowledge. I still like reading gossip magazines and Maxim though. Mindless entertainment has it's place in my life. Always reading something and looking forward to the next one. Recommend something to me, I love that!
You are a real fucking hero