Friday, December 29, 2006

enough!

I've had it with NFs (i.e. jeanie and haepee); it's high time I find me some people who like to keep in touch regularly, are on time, and really value and appreciate me. Ya know, I don't mind just curling up with a book on New Year's Eve. I'm just so sick 'n tired of people being so indecisive and that it takes too much cajoling to get 'em to do something.

smirnoff tea partay lyrics

Update 2 -- Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Corrections in orange cuz Candy Day is upon us.
Updated -- Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Thanks to an anonymous tipper 2 comments, the corrections are made in green -- the old money way -- and in bold; again, the old money way. See below for his/her comments.

p(rep)-unit forever
p(rep)-unit

p(rep)-unit!
what's up fellas?
yo yo, where my WASPs at?
M.V. -- martha's vineyard!
holla back!

tell buffy to chirp me
sip sip!

yo, straight outta cape cod
we're keeping it real
we're gonna have a party -- makes the ladies squeal

we're gonna turn it out with our parents' riches
we'll serve smirnoff raw tea and finger sandwiches

we keeps it real
by real, we mean rich
from new hampshire to vermont
from the maine main line to greenwich

cause no one's harder than a new england gangster
we drink raw tea on the south wing veranda

let's have a tea partay
high tea in the parlor makes the ladies holler
let's have a tea partay
smirnoff raw tea: lemond, peach, and raspberry

we sail yachts and we ride on horses
every meal we eat comes with multiple courses

when it's time to party, we have a tea party
and we keeps it real -- the old money way

haters hates haters like to counter clown our ivy league educations
but they're just jealous
cuz our families fathers run the nations

yo, where's the love at the tea partay?
but if you're gonna show up, send an rsvp our way

haters!
holla back!

let's have a tea partay
high tea in the parlor makes the ladies holler
let's have a tea partay
smirnoff raw tea: lemond, peach, and raspberry

we play croquet and we go rollerbladin'
here's to the homies on lock for insider trading

it's a tea partay from maine to amagansett
we might be vanilla but our lab(rador)s are chocolate

we're chilling from our heads
and white tennis visors
right down to our toes
in a pair of top-siders

so now it's time to break
but please will you promote smirnoff raw tea parties
and we'll send you a thank-you note
in cursive

tea partay
tea partay
tea partay
let's have a tea partay

please drink responsibly
and visit teapartay.com
playa!

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

pepto max!

nausea [cover mouth with one hand], heartburn [place other hand underneath collar bone], indigestion [cross arms over stomach area]

upset stomach [gather hands to belly button], diarrhea [place hands on butt]!

the christmas miracle

I know Jesus is real because something happened on Xmas night; never occurs on any day of the year.

We were pulled together as a family; gathered together for a family meeting about overcoming a common obstacle -- the damn super. By then, everyone had it with the pesky, troublesome, and unscrupulous rat whose extortion attempts were getting out of control.

I think God stirred something in that bastard's heart to pound on our door in the middle of the night -- on the Eve. I think God wanted our family to somehow remain intact and functional through some sort of adversity.

But Lord, I don't know if it'll work. As you know, nothing lasts on this planet and human love is no exception. But it was nice; for a fleeting moment that I will never forget and maybe that's what you wanted to do -- to give us a glimpse of what you really had in mind when it comes to family.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

i hate looking at the world through my fingers

Well, it was a nice run; Haepee doesn't return my calls and e-mails, and getting reacquainted with people from the past is always awkward and never lasts. Sorry, Teeth, I just can't get past what you did to me.

In other news, it's clear that I should keep my eyes on an institution in Wayne. Baruch, you snubbed me.

God, I just hope that I make it enough to escape my crazy family; I really need a place of my own.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

head-on

Galactica: Deck

Starbuck: No. I don't think you're a traitor. You're a smart young woman, that's what the old man said. [Kat swallows.] You're just not smart enough to accept who you are. [Kat whimpers.] You see, you lied your way into the company of good people.
Kat begins to weep: Starbuck, don't tell the admiral. Please. Please don't, or I --
Starbuck: Or what?
Kat: Starbuck, please just let me tell him myself. Please just let me. Can you do that?
(Long pause.)
Starbuck, disgusted: Gods.
(Kat sobs as Starbuck leaves her, alone.)

Galactica: Corridor

(Kat approaches Enzo with Starbuck still echoing in her ears: "Accept who you are.")
Enzo touches Kat: Yeah. Remember me?
Kat: Yeah. Yeah, I remember you. Thieving bastard. You'll ruin everything I got. Come here.
(They have sex.)

(Flashback and forward: Kat touches her Raptor, opening Helo's locker, trading out rad badges to keep him grounded, joins the next trip out. Military drums. She climbs o­nto her wing with a rad badge in hand.)

Galactica: Sickbay

(Kat's in bed, dying. Kara stands over her.)
Starbuck: They said you wanted to see me.
Kat: Yeah. …I don't think we should end the way we ended.
Starbuck: Listen, um... everybody's... everybody is stuck with the things that they're not proud of. That, uh...that thing about good people, I… Um, I didn't mean that.
Kat: Yeah, I know.
Starbuck, taking out a small bottle: Here. Take these. Sleeping pills. [Kat looks at her.] Sadly: Enough. So, um, take 'em if you want.
Kat: Thank you.

stop the cat box!

the beets had some cataracts
the sheep don't like it
lock the cash box
stop the cat box