Mar 312009

Earth-shattering updates throughout the day. Please try to continue breathing while taking it all in.

  • 13:03 Have officially reached 200 sales, ya’ll! I’mma buy me a nice mink coat as a reward. #
  • 13:03 If “a nice mink coat” was really a milkshake. #
  • 13:41 Thank you, bathroom electrical current—I’m awake now. #
  • 15:51 Started fighting before we even left the house. This will be the longest drive to Cleveland ever yay! #
  • 15:57 Also, I adore how Henry waits until we’re leaving to tell me that the point & shoot is evidently lost. #
  • 16:45 Pick a lane, Henry. SHIT he’s such a poor driver. #
  • 16:56 wearing a damp sweater because Henry was too lazy to let it dry all the way at the laundromat. It feels fantastic. #
  • 16:56 Then he waits until I have my water bottle up to my mouth before slamming on the brakes. At least my sweater was already wet. #
  • 17:19 – HOLLA. #
  • 17:50 Henry held my hand at the rest stop and tried to play it off by saying he was transferring toilet germs to me. #
  • 18:35 If you act like you know where you’re going, no one says anything to you. Henry’s wisdom nugget for the day. #
  • 18:38 Just saw Terry Balsamo for the first time in 5 years. Well, the back of his dreads. For 0.5 seconds. #
  • 18:49 – We’ll come in now, thanks. #
  • 18:55 Henry & I could make a career of standing around like dunces, like the new wave of street performers. Toss us a quarter for looking dumb. #
  • 19:08 OMFG @awoodhick is driving me nuts. We’re breaking up. Chooch, I’ll find you a new daddy on Craigslist, k bud? #
  • 19:43 I always wanted to be a part of the wave. We’re doing it at my birthday party, fo’sho. #
  • 19:54 Dunno what an African finger job is, but swear I heard Henry say he wants one. Someone’s watching tribal porn again. #
  • 20:54 Ok he sang 2 words and I started crying #
  • 21:21 Henry: “are u ok?” Me: “yes…” #
  • 22:50 Ow my heart is perforated. #
  • 22:53 Now we’re in the car, leaving, and henry’s pretending like I’m not sobbing. #

  • 09:30 I’m so jelis of Chooch’s phlegmy coughs. Srsly. Rly. #
  • 10:12 Looked at the Warped Tour lineup so far and promptly cried. #  
  • 11:03 My “Smother Time” is in a heart-breaking treasury: #
  • 11:32 Chooch, I love you, but you snot up my shirt one more time? Dust off ur beaded vest, you’re gonna be the newest member of a gypsy caravan. #
  • 14:06 My home has been usurped by a jigsaw bivouac. #

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  One Response to “Tweets take it on the road”

  1. 18:35 If you act like you know where you’re going, no one says anything to you. Henry’s wisdom nugget for the day.

    thanks henry.

    african finger job?!?!?! LOLzorz.
    your hearing errors are my favorite.

    well- that and your tweets.

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