Month: January 2007
I mean… how sexy is Ed Helms??
How awesome are those ties? Jeez.
I’m sorry…
For the record, this guy is funny
From Craigslist.
My cool old graphite Macintosh mouse finally bit the big one, but it’s just so cute I can’t thow it away. Does anyone need it for some alternative use? I know, I know it’s weird…
I e-mailed him and said I’d take it, but I have two cats. Yes, I saw the wedding ring, I’m just being funny.
My Soundtrack: Landlocked Blues
It was sometime early September 2005. I had recently accepted the fact that I had lost everything in my apartment to the flood waters, including all of my CDs, albums and porn.
The first thing I wanted to do (after buying a pair of shoes) was buy music. I walked into Sam Goody in some forgettable shopping center in Montgomery, Alabama and bought something safe and something new: Queen’s A Night at the Opera and Bright Eyes, I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning. I don’t know why I bought Bright Eyes, I had heard good things about him but had no idea which of his many albums to get. I liked the name of this one.
I forced Carlos to play pieces of it in the car on the way back to the ‘refugee camp.’ It was OK, but I don’t think I listened to it again until May 2006 or so. This time I was washing dishes in the kitchen while iTunes randomly selected tracks from my mp3 library. Suddenly this song was playing that I had never heard before. I stopped washing dishes, walked into the living room, sat down on the bed and cried.
A few of the songs on the soundtrack helped free myself from myself from time to time. This is one of them.
Lyrics are after this link, but I don’t think you’ll need them.
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Broken noses on Bourbon Street
Tonight, as I was riding my bike in the general direction of work, my friend Randy calls me.
First the back story: Randy, as you should know, is a good friend and ex-drinking buddy of mine. In the last few months, Randy and I have both cut our drinking down way down from… like 13 hours a day to about 5 hours a month.
He, however, also lost about 60 pound and looks absolutely faaabulous.
Anyway, since he’s been drinking so much less, his tolerance is way down. When he called tonight, he tells me that around 3am last night he got trashed for the first time in months and made a scene at the bar because he could barely walk and wouldn’t accept an escort home. Randy then proceeded to storm out of the bar, falls down on a concrete staircase, landing on his face braking his nose and dislocating his shoulder.
Oh, he also had a seizure in the ambulance on the way to the emergency room.
How was your day.
Oh, and BIANCA’S back at bingo!