the wrong side of the bed
Saturday, September 24, 2005
i hear from constance
... that it is boring to post (in a sing-song voice) "i'm sorry that i have not blogged in so long. i've been sooooo busy kissing everyone's arses offffff the blogoshpere, knowing you are all desperately waiting for my next post." that said, sorry i have not blogged in sooo very long (okay, wait, i think i blooooooogggged not so very long ago (constance says,
constance here. i would just like to say the following: Please use block parentheses if you use parentheses within parentheses.
i don't know quite why she is complaining...
Dorotha has gone to pee. My bladder is not asking for any attention. Thus I am left to entertain you. I say... visit my blog here
constance uses weirder html tags than i do. i hope this all works out.
anyway, i blogged titles last week. fucking deal with that, constance. i know you don't like it.
constance and i are drunk.* we are here together. she wants me to write a joint blogpost with her. i don't feel like it right now. i am speaking aloud as i type in a scottish accent. i don't know why. oh, it is because of Shrek. connie is laughing at me. fuck her. like i would ann arbor (please see forthcoming post from constance). anyway, she is laughing at me. i don't care.
* don't worry. i know that there is at least one person out there who cares enough about me to worry that i am on a booze cruise. i am not. constance and i are engaging in a rare indulgence. we got a bit tipsy whilst watching Shrek. this is not all that common. and, in any case, i seem to be quite capable of going for weeks and weeks without drinking. as far as other dangers might go, constance lives about a block (no lie) away.
constance here. i would just like to say the following: Please use block parentheses if you use parentheses within parentheses.
i don't know quite why she is complaining...
Dorotha has gone to pee. My bladder is not asking for any attention. Thus I am left to entertain you. I say... visit my blog here
constance uses weirder html tags than i do. i hope this all works out.
anyway, i blogged titles last week. fucking deal with that, constance. i know you don't like it.
constance and i are drunk.* we are here together. she wants me to write a joint blogpost with her. i don't feel like it right now. i am speaking aloud as i type in a scottish accent. i don't know why. oh, it is because of Shrek. connie is laughing at me. fuck her. like i would ann arbor (please see forthcoming post from constance). anyway, she is laughing at me. i don't care.
* don't worry. i know that there is at least one person out there who cares enough about me to worry that i am on a booze cruise. i am not. constance and i are engaging in a rare indulgence. we got a bit tipsy whilst watching Shrek. this is not all that common. and, in any case, i seem to be quite capable of going for weeks and weeks without drinking. as far as other dangers might go, constance lives about a block (no lie) away.
10:19 PM
4 Comments:
That is hilarious. Just an update: Dorotha is hung over today. I feel great!
not a booze cruise... a "foo's cruise".
foo as in fool. and where i come from, that's a compliment.
foo as in fool. and where i come from, that's a compliment.
your Scottish accent is better in print than it is in person-- which actually just sounds like you talking regularly, but with someone stretching and pulling on your cheeks.
Oh, and you say "arse" instead of "ass".
Oh, and you say "arse" instead of "ass".
More evidence of their drunkenness:
http://gwennieutah.blogspot.com/2005/09/man-pyre.html
And I concur with Jeff: The accent sounded less Scottish than like Dorotha was undergoing cosmetic surgery on her face while speaking.
http://gwennieutah.blogspot.com/2005/09/man-pyre.html
And I concur with Jeff: The accent sounded less Scottish than like Dorotha was undergoing cosmetic surgery on her face while speaking.
