Post by urgeintheicebox on Dec 18, 2006 0:15:41 GMT -5
all of our lives should be dedicated to roseanne barr. think about it. her sister is gay. her husband is dead from a heart attack. and she'd rather her two daughters switch husbands. when did roseanne start being made up? most people say it was when they won the lottery. i've thought about this countless times, just before my eyes close for good. and i think it was when her whole family went bald and she blew up her house. her own house. wtf.
the "happy birthday" song (a classic) has already been changed to "happy fuck roseanne". it's fucking insane. but no television family will be as comical or classy as frasier crane's. i'm going to move to seattle and live in an apartment building just like his. i'm going to marry a scottish contract killer who just so happens to be an actor/comedian. and i will be beck. only beck doesn't exist, 'cause i've already written all of his songs. there is no beck. there is sinister funkhouse. and she released odelay in 2006 and not 1996. it's better off. the scottish fellow, named pilot... or winston. receding hair line, moustache, sideburns, woody allen glasses with a rubber band strap to keep his glasses from falling off of his beautiful face when he's either dancing or killing.
but how will i know when to stop dreaming and when to start living? tomorrow i have to get up at five o'clock in the morning and be in toronto at nine in the morning. hopefully starting tomorrow i'll be living there for 21 days in "north america's greatest treatment center".
and if this happens, i might stop fantasizing about a non existent detailed man, winning the lottery, raising healthy addictions and finally dying in a way that even YOU will remember for the rest of YOUR life. i might stop asking myself what the hell happened behind the scenes of roseanne, and how martin felt when eddie died a while back.
i'd post a story but my two month hermitron is nearly over and i've got a lot of nerve to work up to get out there in the cold canadian winter and face the real world. i hear denver's real world is insane. at least that's what eugene levy's son said.
posted by Miranda
miranda, explination please?
the "happy birthday" song (a classic) has already been changed to "happy fuck roseanne". it's fucking insane. but no television family will be as comical or classy as frasier crane's. i'm going to move to seattle and live in an apartment building just like his. i'm going to marry a scottish contract killer who just so happens to be an actor/comedian. and i will be beck. only beck doesn't exist, 'cause i've already written all of his songs. there is no beck. there is sinister funkhouse. and she released odelay in 2006 and not 1996. it's better off. the scottish fellow, named pilot... or winston. receding hair line, moustache, sideburns, woody allen glasses with a rubber band strap to keep his glasses from falling off of his beautiful face when he's either dancing or killing.
but how will i know when to stop dreaming and when to start living? tomorrow i have to get up at five o'clock in the morning and be in toronto at nine in the morning. hopefully starting tomorrow i'll be living there for 21 days in "north america's greatest treatment center".
and if this happens, i might stop fantasizing about a non existent detailed man, winning the lottery, raising healthy addictions and finally dying in a way that even YOU will remember for the rest of YOUR life. i might stop asking myself what the hell happened behind the scenes of roseanne, and how martin felt when eddie died a while back.
i'd post a story but my two month hermitron is nearly over and i've got a lot of nerve to work up to get out there in the cold canadian winter and face the real world. i hear denver's real world is insane. at least that's what eugene levy's son said.
posted by Miranda
miranda, explination please?
