When I first met Ninja, I told her that not
only did I not believe she was a ninja, I
also told her that I would never call her
that, because only true ninjas should be
called ninjas. Man, there's nothing like a
roundhouse kick to the face to change
your mind about something.
Tamsen, you liar, you two have ME in
common! And proud I am of it.
Although I was disappointed young
Ninja did not come to visit me in big ol'
Brooklyn, I am sure I will see her again.
She was charming in the brief moments
I met her down under, selling me
records with a song in her heart.
So there was this one time I was at a
party and it was freakin freezing. But
had to smoke a cigerette. There was a
Ninja on the porch smoking too. We sat
there and traded rediculous, sacastic,
dry humor stories / jokes. One
being...."What's your cats name?" "I
don't know. I don't know him that
well." That caused a laugh riot for
about 20 minutes. I don't think I
finished that cigerette. I don't think
I could see it through the tears (of
laughter damn it). She's a sarcastic,
funny as hell, art fiend.
I had this dream recently. I was trying to tell my
brother about something I saw on TV, where this
guy was playing mariachi guitar using electric
beaters, but he wasn't listening, and led me into
what is in real life the Howard Center (next to the
Co-op), but in my dream it was a huge indoor
circus. The circus was about to start, and I could
hear elephants and music coming from
somewhere, and then there was Ninja, yelling at
people and telling them where to go, directing the
whole thing, holding a clipboard. I saw Ninja, and
then saw a food stand, asked Ninja if they sold
corndogs, and Ninja yelled "YES!" Crazy.
I like to eat food while watching television...ai bring great snacks, and i can make you almosts anything out of almost anything...you just need an open mind
Who I Want to Meet:
someone that can tell me i'm too agressive...and live to see another day.
Chicago. Not leave Burlington or anything, but
just move to Chicago. I'm jealous of Burlington.
only did I not believe she was a ninja, I
also told her that I would never call her
that, because only true ninjas should be
called ninjas. Man, there's nothing like a
roundhouse kick to the face to change
your mind about something.
I'm willing to bet none of them have been
blow jobs.
Cause that would SUCK!! Am I right?
Am I right?
common! And proud I am of it.
Although I was disappointed young
Ninja did not come to visit me in big ol'
Brooklyn, I am sure I will see her again.
She was charming in the brief moments
I met her down under, selling me
records with a song in her heart.
party and it was freakin freezing. But
had to smoke a cigerette. There was a
Ninja on the porch smoking too. We sat
there and traded rediculous, sacastic,
dry humor stories / jokes. One
being...."What's your cats name?" "I
don't know. I don't know him that
well." That caused a laugh riot for
about 20 minutes. I don't think I
finished that cigerette. I don't think
I could see it through the tears (of
laughter damn it). She's a sarcastic,
funny as hell, art fiend.
brother about something I saw on TV, where this
guy was playing mariachi guitar using electric
beaters, but he wasn't listening, and led me into
what is in real life the Howard Center (next to the
Co-op), but in my dream it was a huge indoor
circus. The circus was about to start, and I could
hear elephants and music coming from
somewhere, and then there was Ninja, yelling at
people and telling them where to go, directing the
whole thing, holding a clipboard. I saw Ninja, and
then saw a food stand, asked Ninja if they sold
corndogs, and Ninja yelled "YES!" Crazy.