good god... i didn't realize it had been that long since I had written something in here...
1st... My car broke down near the ghetto at two in the morning (shortcut home from the bar... i wasn't buying crack). Two guys kept pacing by my car about 15 times or so, and when i pushed my car off of that street, they started pacing by it, but my buddy Kevin was a fucking trooper and came out of nowhere like the fucking cavalry and waited with me... good fella, that Kevin. also... never call sutherland avenue towing service... building full of douchebags in my opinion. 2 HRS! for a tow 5 min. away from their building, and the were rude about that even. Hung up on me too. Bunch of fuckin' mouth-breathers. Fuck 'em.
2nd i have a new apartment. It's bigger, w/ an extra bedroom, painted now, and in the same complex as I was before... three buildings up. that's right, i moved half a block... don't ever do that. It sucks. You think you can just carry the shit and it takes you twice as long and triple the effort. I felt like Bruce Willis at the end of Die Hard. Saturday Night Live (back when it was funny) once had a commercial for a yard-a-pult... a personal catapult. Genius. That would've come in handy.
Also, I realized how much total crap I have. I have shit I will never need. To give you an idea of what a pack-rat and general odd fellow I am, here is a very small example list of stupid shit i can't make myself throw away...
1. Three wigs-(2 mullet wigs, one afro), two fun mustaches.
2. The first microwave ever. (It weighs more and is bigger than one of my tv's. You actually can cook a full-sized turkey in it.)... by the way, does anyone want a microwave that weighs more and is bigger than a tv and that you can actually cook a full-sized turkey in?...
3. 2 boomboxes that DON'T FUCKING WORK?!?!
4. Three aquariums. none in use. Anybody want one?
5. A shoebox full of GIJoes and a bucket full of M.U.S.C.L.E. men... if you don't know, let google be your friend and peek into my childhood toys.
6. Threw away a tutu just before i moved when i realized it was just a bit too odd for a grown man to have a tutu. Or even a small boy actually... why the fuck did I have a tutu?
I'll stop there... you get the point.
FLOGGING MOLLY
Ok, so we also went to see Flogging Molly in Nashville and it was amazing. If you ever get a chance to see them, do it. I also got to hang out with my cousin whom i haven't seen in over ten years... always one of my favorite family members, and still fucking cool... spent all day barhopping as he told us a partial history of each bar... the drunken nashville tour... highly recommended... we saw a replica of the parthenon and drank in a bar that sells cowboy boots in the same day.
That, sadly, about sums it up... work is going fine, and everything is at least o.k. right now... we'll catch up again tomorrow or the next day.
thanks for stopping by.
for now i'll leave you with this.... ladies you're welcome. men, we will never be this cool... but at least we have something to strive for.
