da-dashes-over-overrated

for the affiliation of winter birds and fiu sophomores who inhabit my familiar south beach streets:
spend your next two hours doing the following;
get to the nearest 75 cent beer. drink it and then contemplate whether the chicken fajita or the beef taco will be sans pareil.
spend the next 25 minutes downing your third and second beer, while your long distance girlfriend from nc state sips her first corona in enigmatic dullness. when you finally decide to make it valiantly across the way to your hotel bar don't stand in the middle of the street like a helpless, raped domestic deer in headlights. you have 50 minutes to kill before your anterior commussure implodes ad mist the diencephalon. after an equitable rant about a budding and callow experience last spring break, don't forget to pinch yourself on your way out of the foyer. good riddance; surfs up.


love,
south pointe-ee

boxes and boxes and boxes

RETURN OF THE MACK.

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

for real for real i want a flea market.

imma start off with JUST ONE i promise, because then i'll eat a steak

ohhhhhh baybe baybe baby baby ohhhhhhhhhhhhh obaamabayabe baby baby ohh

wzup JOE

abandonment of any kind is a selfish act. i guess albeit you are a meth creature trying not to stare into the sun anymore because your burnt cornea is costing you more than that new honda accord you've been drooling about. and so dear ones and lost ones, abandonment of expression and personal perspective is the ultimate ending to an ultimate vacation. chamillionare would second the notion that explanations escape me at the moment, those weathered excuses that have abraded the sands of time. all which could never compare to the pawn shop-bought mixer that joseito sold me on 8th street for the price of a halter top from forever 21. your my boy joseito fuck the feds and the meds.

halloween: dont front like you'd miss veit in a speedo. and im going to be pocahontas with a vengence. rudimentary party city costumes i sneer at your second rate attempts. but i high-five your efforts to get laid before new years-get it lil red ridin hood get it get it girl.

dBUNKED: wat am ii doing TUEZ

madrileña CANNOT DENY

hUuuuMps LADY(wednesday) HUMPS

at a loss of words i have but two things to say on the commemoration of my most hated day of the week. i hope i catch someone cheating on my test so i can set their paper on fire in class, this way the heat resonating from the flames will warm up what were formerly toes but are now orange and grape popsicles. it appears the a/c on my side of the building has been taking sterioids since the bombing of pearl harbor. number two, i desperately hope that my wednesday evening doesnt turn out to be a blur of naps and the colbert report. with that said, i conclude my triennial clause and hope for a world with better google images and cognizant drivers.

deBUNKED: txt edition

the filial monday that will unfold before my eyes holds the boorishness of a kitty cat and the ego of aubrey o'day. what happened to the minimal scraps that became my weekend? why did harold and kumar escape from guantanamo bay have to be such a gratuitous celluloid blur? how come the first day of the week always smells like sulfur and stagnant declension? the answers to these cryptic ambiguities lie in the pumpkin pie i made last night (the first of the season, this particular season belonging soley to jesus' for he is the obvious and only reason for this 'season'; an axiom on the bumpers of the illuminated and enlightened citizens of earth).

waycong 2 meeeyamii guillz.

RAINRAINRAIN-sombersaturday

you can send your hate mail to veit, she is the single mother who ran out on us.

R I muthafukang P hOoOottie 4 lyfe

stOne lOve

what is up with everyone's tedious lethargy? i like activa just as much as the next seasoned twenty something year old but i am finding it hard to stay away during my lunch break. the weariness of my workdays worry me. the monotony, the copy machines the talking heads with gaping mouths full of empty languor. lets go ride a sea-doo!

%$#*! blisterbust

veit has disavowed this blog:

debUNKED: WORSTWKEVER edition

forlorn souls sip their margaritas at the company happy hour. somewhere an old man picks up a recorder and plays 'green sleeves', a piece of titanium nitrate fizzles into our universe. and i take the third nap i've taken this week. WTTTFFFFFFFF


HERE is my NEWW look (a conjugation of both)

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I HAVE LONG FUCKIN HAIR-do000OOn'care

a study of 303 laparoscopic surgeons (82 percent men; 18 percent women) showed that surgeons who played video games requiring spatial skills and hand dexterity and then performed a drill testing these skills were significantly faster at their first attempt and across all 10 trials than the surgeons who did not the play video games first.

part two: NOT