Don't listen to Stalin, kid!
I am hardcore. It's a day in the life of Troy as I went out drinking last night, came home, went to sleep for 3 hours and woke up ready for a stellar 7-3 shift at the ol' VLC. It was nice getting up, putting on jeans, socks, shoes, and a beanie (I just wore the shirt I slept in) and then just heading out the door. That's right, you heard me. No shower, no teeth brushing, no nothin! God, that's hot. Anyway, I dragged my stanky booty on up to work and it's been a fucking grind. It's been deader than dogshit around here and I've just been counting the seconds 'til I can go home and take a glorious nap. Luckily, my partner in crime, Chi, covered my ass while I took a little nap on the futon. It was enough to tide me over, but I'm gonna need more to get my fix. I just want to kill time by writing in my gournal.
I played hookey the other day and found myself becoming a shopping whore for a few hours. I originally wanted to go to the Menil and be art fagulous, but they're closed on Mondays, so boosauce to that. As a result, I just went to random stores which included a whopping 3 bookstores as well as some various clothing stores and the mandatory visit to Best Buy. Oh and I stopped at a Hollywood Food Store to grab an iced tea, that was pretty suite. I had totally forgotten that Marvel has these volumes of old comic books combined into one book. If you're a collector, it does you no good, but if you just wanna read the story, it's a really good idea. They had like 5 volumes of the original Spiderman comics, issues 1-50, all full color and everything. Each book has 10 issues for like $13 each, not too shabby. One day when I have money, I'm gonna hit it up and it will be swell. Once the day was done, I ended up buying Slaughterhouse Five by Vonnegut and Sarah by J.T. Leroy. It's kinda sad I haven't read Slaughterhouse Five yet, but better late than never, I'm almost done with it though. Sarah is a book that Renee was really into a long time ago and I was looking at it and it seemed intriguing. It's about a 12 year old boy whose goal in life is to be the most famous truck stop whore in America and his ensuing wily adventures...ah yes, sounds like my kind of book. Plus, Leroy listed Jawbreaker and Superdrag in his acknowledgements so I think that's a sign from God that I must read this book, it is the key to my happiness. The result of my Best Buy visit was two 10 dollar DVD purchases in the form of The Best of Will Ferrel Vol. 1 and 25th Hour. It was a tough choice between ol' Will and a cheap copy of The Hustler with Paul Newman, but I figured one depressing movie was enough for this transaction.
The Best of Will Ferrel is friggin' great. The Goulet shit never gets old. I can't stop quoting it, which brings me to my next point. Recently, Lauren pointed out that it's weird that guys can sit around and just quote movies or shows or whatever and it's funny b/c it's true. We men are so easily amused...we can sit around quoting the Simpsons or in mine and Billy's case, The Cable Guy and just have a grand old time. Laughs will be had, bonds will be formed, and the night will be considered a rousing success simply b/c we hang out and repeat shit we've seen/heard half a billion times. This is prime evidence that the human race has not evolved, ladies and gentlemen. Not that I'm complaining of course. And before you women rise up and say this just means guys have not evolved, you kids sit around and talk about shopping, so I don't wanna hear it! We're all equally retarded, let's just leave it at that. And I'm spent.
P.S. Oh yeah and I think I'm going to San Francisco in late May/early June for a few days. And I just realized I didn't put on deoderant either today! haha, gross-hole.
I played hookey the other day and found myself becoming a shopping whore for a few hours. I originally wanted to go to the Menil and be art fagulous, but they're closed on Mondays, so boosauce to that. As a result, I just went to random stores which included a whopping 3 bookstores as well as some various clothing stores and the mandatory visit to Best Buy. Oh and I stopped at a Hollywood Food Store to grab an iced tea, that was pretty suite. I had totally forgotten that Marvel has these volumes of old comic books combined into one book. If you're a collector, it does you no good, but if you just wanna read the story, it's a really good idea. They had like 5 volumes of the original Spiderman comics, issues 1-50, all full color and everything. Each book has 10 issues for like $13 each, not too shabby. One day when I have money, I'm gonna hit it up and it will be swell. Once the day was done, I ended up buying Slaughterhouse Five by Vonnegut and Sarah by J.T. Leroy. It's kinda sad I haven't read Slaughterhouse Five yet, but better late than never, I'm almost done with it though. Sarah is a book that Renee was really into a long time ago and I was looking at it and it seemed intriguing. It's about a 12 year old boy whose goal in life is to be the most famous truck stop whore in America and his ensuing wily adventures...ah yes, sounds like my kind of book. Plus, Leroy listed Jawbreaker and Superdrag in his acknowledgements so I think that's a sign from God that I must read this book, it is the key to my happiness. The result of my Best Buy visit was two 10 dollar DVD purchases in the form of The Best of Will Ferrel Vol. 1 and 25th Hour. It was a tough choice between ol' Will and a cheap copy of The Hustler with Paul Newman, but I figured one depressing movie was enough for this transaction.
The Best of Will Ferrel is friggin' great. The Goulet shit never gets old. I can't stop quoting it, which brings me to my next point. Recently, Lauren pointed out that it's weird that guys can sit around and just quote movies or shows or whatever and it's funny b/c it's true. We men are so easily amused...we can sit around quoting the Simpsons or in mine and Billy's case, The Cable Guy and just have a grand old time. Laughs will be had, bonds will be formed, and the night will be considered a rousing success simply b/c we hang out and repeat shit we've seen/heard half a billion times. This is prime evidence that the human race has not evolved, ladies and gentlemen. Not that I'm complaining of course. And before you women rise up and say this just means guys have not evolved, you kids sit around and talk about shopping, so I don't wanna hear it! We're all equally retarded, let's just leave it at that. And I'm spent.
P.S. Oh yeah and I think I'm going to San Francisco in late May/early June for a few days. And I just realized I didn't put on deoderant either today! haha, gross-hole.