Down Town Courtney Brown, is just like
she sounds, a party neatly packeged
into a pretty 20 year old girl, or
maybe i should say women... Those
around here are lucky to see her, and
those not around here are lucky to see
her sometimes. Now let me tell you
something about ms. brown she knows
what she is doing so don't get in her
way, and don't try to steal her
treasure. She is a sucker for a good
pirate joke, and even a bigger sucker
for a Euro man. Last of all I would
have to say that Courtney is one of my
best friends and I like it that way!!
the thing about courtney is that we
have these certain weird things in
common. i dont mean beauty, sense of
humor, etc. i mean weird things. like
exaggerated hand gestures. excessive
use of "hella." and when we get
together, its like two electromagnetic
field waves that hit in phase with each
other, increasing and enhancing
amplitude. by which i mean after
spending a day with courtney i flail my
arms around while saying "yeah! hella!
high five! hella-yeah!" like a tard.
but a happy tard because ive just seen
courtney. anyways. kat may have
discovered kourtney but i was quick to
jump onto her bandwagon when she signed
with a major label. she left me (and
her morals, note: "morals dont count in
australia!") to hang out with convicts
and kangaroos for hella days, eating
vegimite and surfing. and now, now when
she finally returns to the country, she
moves to arizona! ugh. the only way i
can live without her beautiful face,
wonderful taste, and hella sick dance
moves is if she makes frequent berkeley
visits. so when are you coming?
Okay. So I like to think that I
totally discovered Kourtney at ORHS
because while all of you suckers were
doing nerd shit like your homework,
Kourtney and I were running into each
other at La Bou and hanging out with
the older kids, seeing as how we're way
wise beyond our years. So I knew about
Kourtney way before she broke out into
the mainstream. And I'd like to think
this early connection paved the way for
a beautiful friendship of trading
clothes (umm duh, we were the best
dressed delegates at Y&G!), gossiping,
busting out the laser dance to Sleep
the Clock Around, discussing how we
should merge our group of boys (double
the hotness, you know?) and making
cinematic masterpieces in the form of
Charlie and Jeremy skipping through my
backyard holding hands. Every time I
wear my Prince Purple Rain Tour muscle
tee I think of Kourtney and cry myself
to sleep because I miss her. I would
kill a man to hear those lips mouth the
words "Kat Kat Bo Bat in that way one
more time. I'd scalp a white man to be
able to take a picture of her with her
eyes pointed off into the distance.
And yes, KB, I remember that magical
night of sweet sweet gossip that will
go down in history as the best
Gossiptown has ever seen and which I
would give up my first born child to
relive. Girl, keep me posted on the
sweltering AZ gossip, my free weekend
phone minutes are calling your name.
she sounds, a party neatly packeged
into a pretty 20 year old girl, or
maybe i should say women... Those
around here are lucky to see her, and
those not around here are lucky to see
her sometimes. Now let me tell you
something about ms. brown she knows
what she is doing so don't get in her
way, and don't try to steal her
treasure. She is a sucker for a good
pirate joke, and even a bigger sucker
for a Euro man. Last of all I would
have to say that Courtney is one of my
best friends and I like it that way!!
have these certain weird things in
common. i dont mean beauty, sense of
humor, etc. i mean weird things. like
exaggerated hand gestures. excessive
use of "hella." and when we get
together, its like two electromagnetic
field waves that hit in phase with each
other, increasing and enhancing
amplitude. by which i mean after
spending a day with courtney i flail my
arms around while saying "yeah! hella!
high five! hella-yeah!" like a tard.
but a happy tard because ive just seen
courtney. anyways. kat may have
discovered kourtney but i was quick to
jump onto her bandwagon when she signed
with a major label. she left me (and
her morals, note: "morals dont count in
australia!") to hang out with convicts
and kangaroos for hella days, eating
vegimite and surfing. and now, now when
she finally returns to the country, she
moves to arizona! ugh. the only way i
can live without her beautiful face,
wonderful taste, and hella sick dance
moves is if she makes frequent berkeley
visits. so when are you coming?
totally discovered Kourtney at ORHS
because while all of you suckers were
doing nerd shit like your homework,
Kourtney and I were running into each
other at La Bou and hanging out with
the older kids, seeing as how we're way
wise beyond our years. So I knew about
Kourtney way before she broke out into
the mainstream. And I'd like to think
this early connection paved the way for
a beautiful friendship of trading
clothes (umm duh, we were the best
dressed delegates at Y&G!), gossiping,
busting out the laser dance to Sleep
the Clock Around, discussing how we
should merge our group of boys (double
the hotness, you know?) and making
cinematic masterpieces in the form of
Charlie and Jeremy skipping through my
backyard holding hands. Every time I
wear my Prince Purple Rain Tour muscle
tee I think of Kourtney and cry myself
to sleep because I miss her. I would
kill a man to hear those lips mouth the
words "Kat Kat Bo Bat in that way one
more time. I'd scalp a white man to be
able to take a picture of her with her
eyes pointed off into the distance.
And yes, KB, I remember that magical
night of sweet sweet gossip that will
go down in history as the best
Gossiptown has ever seen and which I
would give up my first born child to
relive. Girl, keep me posted on the
sweltering AZ gossip, my free weekend
phone minutes are calling your name.