An exciting day.
Jan. 17th, 2005 07:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kippurbirdI got a fan brush. I'm very excited about this. I always wanted a fan brush. And now I have one. I can't wait to try it out on the painting I'm doing. It'll be perfect for the texture of the stuffed horse I'm painting.
We were good citizens today. After a long hard day of running errands, we were putting the groceries in the trunk and happened to spy about six guys all dressed in white going into an apartment by climbing over the balcony. We watched them go in and then watched a few of them start to tussle. So we called the police. And the police showed up. Well one guy, on a motorcycle. He went over and climbed over the balcony as well. We waited about twenty mintues before he came back. Apparently it was nothing insidious. The guys did live there, but I guess they found it easier to climb over the balcony instead of going around through the front door of the building.
I was perceverating the other day on the word "Fockers". I just kept on saying it over and over again for no particular reason except that it was fun to say. At one point I asked my mom, "Are you a Focker?" where upon she replied, "No, but I'm a Fucker. I like fucking." That's not really something you want to have your mother say.
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Things found in Chaucer's Water Dish, cont..
One shoe
One Anklet
Some paper
We were good citizens today. After a long hard day of running errands, we were putting the groceries in the trunk and happened to spy about six guys all dressed in white going into an apartment by climbing over the balcony. We watched them go in and then watched a few of them start to tussle. So we called the police. And the police showed up. Well one guy, on a motorcycle. He went over and climbed over the balcony as well. We waited about twenty mintues before he came back. Apparently it was nothing insidious. The guys did live there, but I guess they found it easier to climb over the balcony instead of going around through the front door of the building.
I was perceverating the other day on the word "Fockers". I just kept on saying it over and over again for no particular reason except that it was fun to say. At one point I asked my mom, "Are you a Focker?" where upon she replied, "No, but I'm a Fucker. I like fucking." That's not really something you want to have your mother say.
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Things found in Chaucer's Water Dish, cont..
One shoe
One Anklet
Some paper
