October 2005
7 posts
tony stubblebine is a huge effin' dork.
Tony and his sausage party.
Originally uploaded by jokerwonga.
One of these days, try having this guy be your boss. It’s awesome.
Later, buddy!
last night, i dreamed i went to manderlay again.
Text messages, late at night.
Jay: Drunk and yelling at Hitchcock movies.
Ed: Drunk and yelling at Bartlet’s speech.
Jay: Scotch is perfect for that sort of thing.
Ed: Guiness! For strength!
Jay: If you are in a Hitchcock film and someone asks you to marry them, you SAY NO. And god damn, these people eat good.
Ed: I think it’s well. They eat well.
Jay: Eff all that noise! And fuck...
i think somebody should call the love doctor.
Sunset Season Closer - Stafford Lake 2005.10.16 And like one other picture from the night before.
turn around three times and spit.
I have a habit of trying to find places to hide at work so I can have some alone time. Nine times out of ten it’s absolute effing heaven. Today is one of those other times, where I spend thirty fucking minutes trying to get the individually adjustable arm thingies on this fucking chair to be equal to each other. I’m going to burn down Office Depot, you bastards.
Also, stop telling...
graffiti is their written word.
(… after a long night, Jay stops the car at Rose’s place, Rose wakes up…)
Rose: “I’ll wait here.”
Jay: “What?”
Rose: “‘m gonna wait in the car.”
Jay: “Well, you can do that… but this is where you live.”
You know what bugs? My Sunday New York Times. Yes, it’s delivered to my door every Sunday. But it’s...
what's golden.
Fell Street House Party 2005.10.01
every one of them a winner.
Drunken “Family” Dinner 2005.09.30
In attendance: Erin, Mike, Ed, Chelsea, Rose, and your humble writer.
Consumed: Linguine with a white wine sauce and shrimp, salad, and several bottles of wine.
Rose and I climbed the side of an apartment building.
True story: So we played drunken Jenga for old times’ sake.. One of the little blocks said that Chelsea and I must spend a...