So Long Bayside
In about an hour I depart for Binghamton for the start of the Spring 09 semester. I slacked off on my posting duties in the last couple of weeks for two reasons mostly. One, my internal debate about blogging swung back towards “Blogging is a bastardization of everything writing should be, a means of cheapening communication and another way to avoid human contact.” And yet I continue typing words with my “N”-less keyboard. One of these days I’ll really get into that war which brews inside me. The second reason is that for the last week and a half I’ve just laid around the house napping, talking to cats, playing Call Of Duty and touching myself (Sometimes many of those activities at once). Only so much can be said about days like those.
I just came from CVS with my parents to snag some last minute goods before heading up Route 17. The same CVS made famous by one of my first posts! While I was paroosing the aisles looking for all of the products that help me maintain my sexy, my dad power walks up to me giggling to himself. He presents this:
We laugh like morons and in our fit of immature, phallus fueled euphoria (what a phrase) we block two cantankerous old women from passing by. After getting over the hilarity of such an unfortunately shaped guitar and in such an unfortunate proximity to young Miley’s head, I pose the question “Why were you even looking at this in the first place?” No answer.
