I went to college in Columbia, Missouri. It was pretty good.
But from what I hear, this summer’s 13-year cicada infestation is pretty bad.
To celebrate, Special Passenger records, a tiny label from Columbia, put out a free album full of songs all about Cicadas. I particularly like the one about ice cream.
It’s amused me all day. Go check it out.
In a perfect world, all of my sentences would be punctuated by backup singers (ooooh).
Last night I dreamt that I was sick of taking the train to work, so I drove instead.
By the time I got downtown, I realized I didn’t have money to pay for a garage, so I decided to just drive around until I found a free parking lot and walk to the office.
I ended up parking at a high school, but it hit me that if anybody saw me walk away, they’d know I wasn’t a student and my car would probably be towed.
So I went inside and walked into the first classroom I saw.
The teacher was really mad and yelled at me for being late to the final. He handed me a huge stack of papers and not knowing what else to do, I sat down and started taking the test.
I don’t know what class it was, but it was hard.
Insulted by the fact that a high school exam was difficult for me, I mumbled under my breath that I wasn’t going to do this and started to leave.
The girl beside me was really concerned and whispered, “you’ll never graduate if you don’t take the final!”
That’s when I turned to her and replied, “Oh, I already graduated.
Then I put a pair of sunglasses on over my regular glasses and added, “Twice.”
Then I heard this:
And that’s when I woke up.
You will either love or hate The Unicorns.
I think I’m about 50/50 on those guys. But it’s summer, so it doesn’t really matter.
