Sunday, October 16, 2005

minutes. monday. october 10, 2005.

the evening began with a lengthy discussion of souvenir tee-shirts (always a thousand times too big and butt ugly), which turned into a discussion of christmas gifts and how much pain they can cause.

"i find that i create my best sea-walls in the morning," says a stranger to steveross.

"is that a saying? somebody killed the cat?" -SLS
"curiosity did." -SR

brain eno listening has been known to result in fancy syntax.

SR: ...all of the characters having a threesome.
SLS: that will be in the unrated DVD version.
SR: i won't write the play at all, just the extras.

"that's why teenagers are worthless ...they should all be sent to australia or something for that time period" -SR [we are all teen-haters here at NHWC]

"dear miss cat, i think you're tops. love, steve." -SR composing his postcard to misscat.

"jeremy's a jew. he's a tough guy. he does judo." -Beverly
"JEW-do!" -all

"duuuuuuude....i have sexy spit." -SR, after moistening a finger for the purpose of page turning

"those are some crazy pants, beth, i gotta say. i'm favoring them." -SR

"steveross is the cat whisperer." -B

4 Comments:

Blogger Beverly Writer said...

dudeeeeeee
props for the speed
I love minutes, particularly a week later, when we all seem so fresh.

4:05 PM  
Blogger sarah said...

hey, now. what's with all this online sass? we'll see how sassy you are tonight, face to face, mano y mano, you and me.

6:34 PM  
Blogger Beverly Writer said...

The B prblem is: I was being totally sincere, I just look like a big sarcastic jerk.

10:32 AM  
Blogger sarah said...

mmm hmmmm.

7:52 PM  

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