oh snap. get some sleep already!
ok, so it's no secret that i burn the midnite oil, from all three ends of the candle, but even i have to laugh at the things that have come out of my mouth lately. here are a few choice examples:
"ma'am, there are no conservatives in our soup"
"i write for a free prescription....(thought to myself) i should see if i can get some deal worked out so i get a commission on selling prescriptions"...great, so i have now substituted "prescription" for publication AND subscription.
werd.
but on the flipside, staying up for obscene amounts of time lends to the viewage of such acts on the skytrain:
woman opens up an orange jelly candy, you know the kind that's coated in sugar and looks like the cross-section of an orange slice, ok, so she opens the plastic, makes a big show of tossing it on the floor (because she CAN bitches) then breaks it in half, and eats it very furtively like a squirrel as if it's a real orange, keeping the "peels" to wrap in her napkin and also throw on the floor. damn. that shit made me giggle all night, until i realized that i couldn't work on my scrapbook without a lamp, and when i woke up, i freaking laughed myself damn near off the elliptical machine and into a pant peeing frenzy to classified's lyrics. reppin' halifax for real, don't sleep on this white boy, y'all.
