So I guess the florist flubbed up Johnny’s flower delivery! Guess who now has 3 dozen roses? Yep, me.
I’m also trying out the new WordPress blackberry app. I’m anxious to see how it turns out.
Category: JohnnyFive
Silliness.
Life of liberty,
happy futures,
always wears his BR britches.
Likes the beach
but not the shorts,
don’t know if he’ll ride a horse.
Lawd, the guns,
and fast vehicles.
quiz him on past participles.
Wants his sleep
and his coffee cup.
Heaven help you if you wake him up.
Moody bluesy,
hates getting old,
OUTSTANDING! when he pays a toll.
Helps out strangers
by giving a ride,
insists that he’s all about self inside.
Has good hair,
can turn a phrase,
Johnny will be here in just 8 days!
Sara Teasdale at 4 am
There never was a mood of mine,
Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull,
But you could ease me of its fever
And give it back to me more beautiful.
In many another soul I broke the bread,
And drank the wine and played the happy guest,
But I was lonely, I remembered you;
The heart belongs to him who knew it best.
Errands and answers
Ok, there are a patrillion things that I’m supposed to be doing right now.
- book the bowling place so we can have a late b-day party for sick-on-her-birthday Abby
- deposit some moolah in the bank (why do I always put that off? makes no sense)
- contact FSU for my official transcript
- look at my bank balance (oy vey)
- hit Publix for some dinner fixens
- clean the kitchen in anticipation of actually cooking
I think that’s it. Not quite so intimidating when it’s all written down. OH crap. I also have to pay my ticket before there’s a warrant out for my arrest. Yeah, on Easter Sunday I ran a red light. (I still insist that it was yellow.) I tried to smile my way out of it, but mister man wasn’t so nice. Happy Easter my arse!
blah.
That being said, of course, I’m gonna blog. Can a person die of overprocrastination? I think I’ll be a guinea pig on that one.
So, Stiletto asked how J5 and I met.
Picture it. Sicily. 1912.
oh wait.
Try French class. 1988.
I don’t know him yet, but I want to.
So I write some obscure yet witty quip on a tiny piece of paper, fold it up, and throw it at him.
That was the beginning of a year of flying paper.
Best of friends.
We lost touch after J5‘s freshman year at FSU.
Both married other people, had kids, got divorced.
I found him on myspace, by accident.
Nice surprise.
🙂
Here’s the video synopsis.
Johnny, feel free to add anything I’ve missed,, (especially if it’s complimentary towards yours truly,) and try not to go all egomaniac on me. 😉
We Can’t Use This
May 25th will be one year since J5 and I reconnected. In anticipation of this glorious event, I made a lil vid. We’re pretty fabulous, don’t you think?
…And I did this earlier, which was a hoot. I’m one smart cookie.
First runner up
Hi there.
So, I’m lazy today, and have stuff that I want to write about. Mostly concerning Miss Americas who are busy fighting crime. However, I honestly don’t have the energy to whip my brain cells into shape.
You get a slideshow instead.
🙂
…Now back to your regularly scheduled fluff…
I used to sing this song in highschool about JohnnyFive. Only took 19 frickin years. wtg j5. 🙂
ha.
Friend Who’s Into Politics Makes You Feel Stupid Again
“With former Daschle staffers like [early-state adviser Steve] Hildebrand and a reform-minded message guru like [media consultant David] Axelrod, Obama’s got the team in place he needs to appeal to everyone from the netroots to the AARP set,” said Carney, whose impromptu analysis reminded you that you still haven’t gotten around to reading the Obama cover story in that issue of Time magazine you purchased five months ago. “But even if the youth demo[graphic] increases its already improved turnout from ’04 and ’06, Obama’s still going to need to win over a significant number of rank-and-filers who support [Sen.] Hillary [Clinton] in order to gain a competitive number of convention delegates. Especially considering all the proposed changes to the primary calendar next year.”
After listening to more than 20 minutes of his well-reasoned extrapolation, you were too bewildered and disoriented to ask him what’s up with McCain.
Sha-pow! 
