Yesterday evening, Target parking lot ( Read more... )

Sup, internet ( Read more... )

VH1 has a show called Best Week Ever where they go over the happenings in Tinseltown and dub which talking head had the "best week ever". Well, fuck that. You know who had the best week ever? ME. Beginning last Wednesday up until this Wednesday, every day has seemingly outdone the other in some form or another. And to prove I have a social life, ( Read more... )

Update ahoy! Drop anchor ( Read more... )

Here's a going-ons post. Just so everyone can keep up with their friendly neighborhood Bobbo.

*The long Thanksgiving weekend was interesting. Definitely not the greatest last weekend of the November I've been a party to, but it was fine. Here's the scoop:

( The Turkey Day Edition of Weekend Wrapup )

And now, presenting the Bobbo-production one-act play:

Oh, My Spleen!: The Story of Bobbo's Bank Account

This is the heart-chilling tale of the acquisition of money, the love affair of a man and his debit card, and the unyielding torture of the attached bank account. Let's begin.

Friday
Target: I hearby bequeath to you an allotted amount of ( Read more... )

Ok. It's time to rant. Not just rant, but uber rant. This one has been coming since April. And I feel like it's now time to unload all my misery and frustration on it. So soak it all in, because even you might be guilty of some of the crimes I'm about to recant. So you may learn something ( Read more... )

Foregoing my band countdown to recant the awesome happenings of today.

( Cut for longevity. )

I know one surefire way to punch my one-way ticket to Hell. The most evil and heartless, yet bastardly humorous idea came to me the other day. But first, some background information ( Read more... )

Miniature ramblings ( Read more... )