Today was a day just like any other.
Posted by Anonymous Saturday, September 10, 2011 at 21:02
Shaved face, had a fire, woke up at 11, ate at Franklin, dorm stormed, ate a cheeseburger, rode my bike from Sunderland to NoHo. Next step, get on a bus, shower, do it all over.
Posted by Anonymous Friday, September 9, 2011 at 02:50
Julie and I broke up, I'm in my 5th year at UMass (with two BA's done and a minor on the way), and I still hate olives. This week, I continue to try conquering tomatoes.
Posted by Anonymous Monday, January 10, 2011 at 18:07
Lips, Ross, Dale and I just got back from a roadtrip which took us from Florida to Cape by car. During my trip I learned many things, mainly that Dale's farts are horrible and colitis is a sad-sad disease. Towards the end of the trip, we affectionately referred to ourselves as "Team Pist", because of our generally shitty attitudes towards each other and the world, serious or otherwise.
Let me tell you some shit about being pist, its fucked. Pist isn't like being mad or angry. It's when you get so pist that you start saying shit that isn't about cunt but shit. I can't really explain the idea behind being pist, you just have to live it. Like an orgasm, you'll know when it happens.
The point of this post is to declare the beginning to what will probably end up becoming a lifelong endeavor, the book of Jim Barabe, the bible of NH, a libro prompted and edited by Neil Johnson. My high school english teacher thinks that the idea of "being pist" has already been monopolized by "Shit My Dad Says" and George Carlin, both of which are dead. Is pist dead forever? Possibly, seeing as "Torrets Guy" is also supposedly dead. Regardless, I'm going to write a book and try to get on TV with it or maybe not, but I really don't care because I won't want to pay the money to publish anyways.
NH, NC,
-Jim
Posted by Anonymous Friday, August 27, 2010 at 07:40
Can't say that I just woke up, but it is 740am. I tossed around in bed since 1230 last night. Hope band camp goes well, shouldn't be too bad.
Posted by Anonymous Thursday, August 19, 2010 at 01:36
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Posted by Anonymous Friday, January 1, 2010 at 23:24
It's that time of year once again, people are singing, turkeys are in the wings, everyone is drunk, and suicide rates are up. I spent Thanksgiving with Juliet's family a few miles down the street and this year we got in and got out pretty quickly. For Christmas, I went back and forth between my house and Julie's mom's house. Julie's family is always interesting.
Top 3 List of Christmas Presents 2009:
1. Fender Active Jazz Bass V
2. Bath Robe, Sweaters, Classy Shirts, and Nice Socks
3. Charles Manson's dignity.