Monday, June 28, 2004

mood: sleepy
music: paul simon - me and julio down by the schoolyard

sorry bout that last post, i just had to get my problems with usher out there...

things are looking up. i received a call from gallup today and i have a phone intereview. if i got the job i'd be taking care of the kids in their daycare program. don't worry, molly, i'll only kick them one day a week. i'd say that's more than fair.

quintin, laurence, ryan. anita and i are going back to mazatlan. and you boys are coming with us. you just don't understand how necessary this is for us to do. oh but you will once we get down there. anita and i really want to go for 3 weeks, but the closest time we could do that would be next summer. we don't want to wait that long. so we're thinking that we could take advantage of the last two weeks of christmas break. we could party together on new year's, take a day to sober up, fly out of chicago on Jan 3 and come back on the 17th since classes don't start until the 18th. if we really want to do this, then we have to get on it. we don't have to put in for the timeshare until 30 days beforehand, but we'll need to go ahead and get plane tickets so that they don't get too expensive. right now they're $562.66, but we should keep an eye on them. though to be quite honest, i'm gonna need to holler at some of my grandma's 37,000 frequent flier miles. so clear your calendars and start saving hardcore. *look out world! the negros are going internationale!*

back to O town. so we must surely engage in some quality shenanigans this weekend. ms molly is off to play navy next week and i know i won't get to see to see her again, because the week that she gets back, i will be staffing Anytown down in the middle of nowhere and by the time i get back, she'll be gone to uiuc pretending to welcome in the new freshman. soooo kids, it's time to live it up something fierce. oh man, i can't wait to get mayor daub drunk again - he's the mutha fuckin greatest! w00t! (speaking of drunk garret, what was up with KC? i need to know what happened on the trip!)

again ... a song.

the mama pyjama rolled outta bed
and she ran to the police station
when the papa found out, he began to shout
and he started the investigation

it's against the law
it was against the law
what the mama saw
it was against the law

the mama looked down and spit on the ground
every time my name gets mentioned
the papa said "oy, if i ever get that boy
i'm gonna stick him in the house of detention"

well i'm on my way
i don't know where i'm goin
i'm on my way
i'm takin my time, but i don't know where
goodbye to rosie, the queen of corona
see me and julio down by the schoolyard
see me and julio down by the schoolyard

in a couple of days they come and take me away
but the press lets the story leak
now when the radical priest come to get me released
we's all on the cover of newsweek

and i'm on my way
i don't know where i'm goin
i'm on my way
i'm takin my time and i don't know where
goodbye to rosie, queen of corona
see me and julio down by the schoolyard
see me and julio down by the schoolyard
see me and julio down by the schoolyard



oooh... i think i'm gonna go get real ... dr. phil is on!

that is all ... thank you.

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