A makeshift guide to recognizing poetry outside of paradise.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Mommy, wow ...
I still don't feel like a big kid, really. Today being my last day of college classes (yikesyikesyikes) is throwing me for a bit of a loop. You've all heard this, but a little too much Asher Roth (unlike a little too much exposure to sniffles, fever and vomiting) never hurt anybody.
PS On an unrelated note, happy 101st day in office to my guy Barack! And happy 100th blog post to me.
"Life's dirty. Life's unclean. It's birth, it's sex, it's the intestinal tract. One big squishy, unsanitary mess. It never gets any cleaner either. You know, dust to dust, worms crawl in, worms crawl out, right? Even though we know that, we still walk the walk, we still live the life. We're like a bunch of little kids. Little kids, you know, we jump in this big old pond of mud and we're slapping it all over our face, rubbing our hair all down our backs and we're making these glorious, gooey pies. That's us. We're fabulous."
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mazel tov hehe
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