I like to drive fast.
But sometimes I like to drive real slow and stare off slightly to the right in a sleep-deprived stupor.
In both cases loud music is a must.
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A random international student with a heavy South African accent greets me today on campus. He proceeds to ask:
Are you a guy or a girl?
I laugh in response: a guy.
As if that gives him permission to clarify, he states:
You dress like a girl.
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I told myself not to eat if not hungry.
Weird (or not so much) that I am scarfing down:
cassava cake
cassava cake
cassava cake
more leftover cassava cake
rice
not-meat
garlic bread
salad
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5 comments:
lol. matthew i don't think you dress like a girl.
i do think that you need to share some of that cassava cake.
oh, matthew.
I know how to slash tires and i've never had this cake! Please son, your wear is suh-weet!Shake the dust! :D
In all seriocity, I went through a phase last week and decided to binge and purge, but only until my friend's wedding in october. I discovered that I can binge, but I can't purge. ain't that a bitch.
step 1 make sure it's night time, and there's like no body on the freeway
step 2 put the heater on full blast
step 3 roll down your windows,all the way down
step 4 music, maximum
step 5 drive beyond speedlimit
xxx
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