I was born to love you, I was born to lick your face
At some point I'll write something about the weekend in NYC, but because I'm cleaning up my festering sty of a house and later doing yard work because it's leaf pick-up tomorrow (city compost program), thought I'd take (yet another) lame shortcut and just post the contents of a scrap of paper I just found in my home office (so I can throw it out at last).
It's all stuff I wrote down (inexplicably) while watching Caddyshack with some of my best boy friends a year or so ago. (I mean boy friend in the most platonic, least romantic way - they're all married and I'm friends with their wives too.) We were drinking beer. It was someone's birthday.
Most are movie quotes, some are... god knows what.
Oh my god I love the smell of beer in someone's hair.
Want to earn $14 the hard way?
I enjoy skinny-skiing and going to bull fights on acid.
I feel like $100.
Oh, rat farts! stage notes: then is struck by lightning.
Ugly bags of mostly water.
I thought you'd be the man to beat this year.
I guess you'll just have to keep beating yourself.
If you wanna rap, just talk, or get weird with someone...
I have to get inside this dude's pelt and crawl around for a few days.
Note to self: Johnny Captain Reverend, make gopher out of clay for Tom.
In the words of Jean Paul Sartre, "au revoir, gophair". [ed. note: thanks, isoglossia - so much better.]