Fridays are my friend

[soulswallo]

Whoo-hoo! Friday. Oh, friday. How you lighten up my week. I could go on, but I don't think I will. I will, however, be going to Starbucks in a bit for some nummy, nummy coffee. A grande carmel frappuccino (no whip). It's going to be a good day.

I've now watched through episode 12 of season 2 of The X-Files. Yes. I'm getting to the good stuff. Although I will admit that the ep Aubrey is creeeeeeepy. I remember watching it when it originally aired and thinking ... "Eeeep! Creepy police detective named BJ *snerf* making creepy finger gestures over the bones of a fifty year dead guy." Plus, the rash! The young guy with the rash was bad, the old guy with the rash was worse, BJ *snerf* with the rash was beyond my comprehension. Rashes. Yuck.

I had a couple of weird dreams last night. One revolved around cakes. Everytime I walked past this one spot in my dream there was a different cake sitting there. Big ass cakes. Nothing little, oh no. Big, big cakes. There was also something about driving on a bus and nearly falling off an overpass because we were going to fast around a curve. The funny part was that there was a sign before you went onto the overpass that told you that everybody would have to lean to the right on the count of three so that the cars wouldn't flip. Huh? Yeah, my subconcious. Get it while you can.

Hopefully *hopefully*, I'll be able to watch the Stargate Atlantis pilot tonight. Because I still haven't seen it in one sitting in order. And that's odd.

I think I want to own a farm house. Something out in the country with a big winding road leading up to it and a barn that I can convert to a writing studio. No, there wouldn't be any cows or anything. But there would be lots of room (for all my out of town guests ... tinamishi, jenahna, debalita, plus the people that currently live in town with me. Alhtough it would probably be considered out of town if I moved to the country. What?) to work and play. I would even forsake Starbucks for this to happen. Yes, I would give up my delicious coffee that costs an arm and a leg to live in the country and write. I'm simple. Really.

Time to think about work.
Toodles.

Comments

[ebarnon.livejournal.com]

a farm? wow, you've put a new twist on THE PLAN. maybe something like old rashy lived in? hey, look on the brightside, maybe there'll be old floorboards, to hide the bodies.

so...are you saying somebody *might* have brought a dvd called 'stargate atlantis' to work? oh, you wouldn't happen to have heard a little "OH!" right before you hung up last night? yeah, that would've been me trying to remind someone to stuff it in her bag.

i watched "first person shooter". such a bitchin episode! that was the virtual reality video game one. cool.

oh and this bit is for lacey. ok lacey, if you ever see it on, watch "real world-austin". ok there's a girl on it that looks EXACTLY like you. seriously. and her name is 'lacey'. you wouldn't happen to have had a siamese twin that was separated from you at birth? who is a virgin hair stylist. and she sounds exactly like you. it's funny.

[soulswallo.livejournal.com]

Yes, a farm. I just think it would work. You know. I had a really big coffee earlier. Really big.

[malkovich03.livejournal.com]

okay, i like you eric so i'm not going to hold those comments against you. i think real world lacey is annoying. and i'm not one to talk myself up but i think i am prettier than her. and i am NOT a virgin hairstylist.

[ebarnon.livejournal.com]

whoa girl! i didn't say it was a bad thing, GOSH! i just thought she looked and talked like you. that's all! but i'm wrong. she looks and talks like pam anderson instead. it was the vidodin talking. by the way, i said it was your removed siamese twin who was the virgin hair stylist. ok??

[jenahville.livejournal.com]

Of course - we could turn it into a compound. The center could be where the kids play and we would meet up to sit at the tables under the umbrellas with our own portable Starbucks Kiosk - manned of course by some yummy late 20's something.

And while I am okay with no cows - can we have horses and dogs?

[soulswallo.livejournal.com]

I don't mind horses and dogs, but someone else is going to have to clean up the horse poop. I don't do that. :)
A protable Starbucks kiosk ... I like that idea. Nearly as much as the thought of it being manned by a late 20's something ... Hee!

[jenahville.livejournal.com]

HEHEHEHEHEHE

[ebarnon.livejournal.com]

Brandi: Second suitor: if we were making whoopee, what sounds would you make?
Brodie: Wait, what's whoopee?
Brandi: You know, being intimate.
Brodie: What? Like fucking?

[ebarnon.livejournal.com]

Brandi: Second suitor, would you ever make whoopie in public?
Brodie: I already did once today.
[clicks his finger at Renee]
Brodie: But my cousin Walter jerked off in public once. True story. He was on a plane to New Mexico when all of the sudden the hydraulics went. The plane started spinning around, going out of control, so he decides it's all over and whips it out and starts beating it right there. So all the other passengers take a cue from him and they start whipping it out and beating like mad. So all the passengers are beating off, plummeting to their certain doom, when all of the sudden, *Snap* the hydraulics kick back in. The plane rights itself and it land safely and everyone puts their pieces or, whatever, you know, away and deboard. No one mentions the phenomenon to anyone else.
Gil Hicks: Well, did he cum, or what?
Brodie: Jesus Christ, man. There's just some things you don't talk about in public.

[ebarnon.livejournal.com]

[the videotape of Shannon back-dooring Trica is playing on the big screen, with cheesy 70s porno music in background]
Shannon Hamilton: Yeah, who's your favourite New Kid. Yeah, call me Joey. Oh, come on. Don't make me get loose. Yeah, that's right. Call me Donnie. Oh, girl. Oh, please don't go girl.
Jay: Goddamn. This is one wacky game show.
Brodie: [to the cops] Hey! That girl's only 15!
[cops focus their attention on Shannon]
Shannon Hamilton: Ah, 15. I thought she was 36!

[ebarnon.livejournal.com]

Brodie: Hey, look at that ring. What is that?
Jared Svenning: That is, um, my Junior College class ring. Cum Laude, '69.
Brodie: I also hope to cum loud one day, preferably in a 69.

[ebarnon.livejournal.com]

Shannon Hamilton: Smart-ass ex-boyfriend! I've got two things to tell you. One: I don't like you. I see you every week in this mall. I don't like you shiftless layabouts. You're one of those fucking mallrat kids. You don't come to the mall to shop or work. You hang out and act like you fucking live here. Well, I have no respect for people with no shopping agenda.
Brodie: Is this what's known as motivated salesmanship?
[Shannon Hamilton beats up Brodie]
Shannon Hamilton: Rene told me to leave you alone, but she's fucking clueless. The newly single always feel a bit protective of the ex-boyfriend.
Brodie: If this is her idea of protective, I'd hate to have her mad at me.
Shannon Hamilton: You see, Bruce, I like to pick up girls on the rebound from a disappointing relationship. They're much more in need of solace and they're fairly open to suggestion. And, I use that to fuck them some place very uncomfortable.
Brodie: What, like the back of a Volkswagen?
Shannon Hamilton: No. More like someplace girls dread.
[Brodie tries to take a poke at Shannon, Shannons gives him another beat-down]

[ebarnon.livejournal.com]

oh and tell heather 'laguna beach season 2' begins monday july 25th. if she doesn't already know.

[ebarnon.livejournal.com]

ok, just to admit i was a bit off, season 1 of laguna beach comes out on dvd july 19th. BUT i was right that you can order it and get a laguna beach wristband. or a t-shirt.