One time, after leaving the bar down the street, my brother and a friend ran into a chicken that was hanging out on the street corner by our apartment. I keep an eye out for a chicken every time I go out now. See, other than a puppy or a monkey, I have always wanted a chicken. Alas, I've yet to see one hanging out on the street corner.
One like one of these little guys would make me very happy. I'd name him Steve.
16 September, 2010
15 September, 2010
Bored. Bored. Bored.
I've been incredibly bored lately. Other than traveling back to my home town, then to another town outside the town I lived in for nearly three years, things have been rather routine. Wake up, watch the news, drink an espresso based beverage(thanks Mr RogueKitten!), go to work, sit in the public seating place on Madison Ave for lunch, go home, eat supper, watch TV, then go to bed. Weekends have been the same except for the work bit. So I've been wracking my brain thinking of how to liven things up.
1) Adopt a puppy. Yes Mr RogueKitten says he's against it, but maybe I can keep trying to talk him into it. I've even come up with a name. Lola Buena Chichis. I think s/he will be the most elegant dog ever.
2) Start a band. I really think that people would love to hear a band influenced by The Smiths, Slayer, and Billie Holiday.
3) Attempt to come up with a cake recipe without relying on a cookbook. This can only end well I reckon.
4) Stop being so boring myself. There's a reason a certain cliche is a cliche.
1) Adopt a puppy. Yes Mr RogueKitten says he's against it, but maybe I can keep trying to talk him into it. I've even come up with a name. Lola Buena Chichis. I think s/he will be the most elegant dog ever.
2) Start a band. I really think that people would love to hear a band influenced by The Smiths, Slayer, and Billie Holiday.
3) Attempt to come up with a cake recipe without relying on a cookbook. This can only end well I reckon.
4) Stop being so boring myself. There's a reason a certain cliche is a cliche.
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