Sara (without an H), Ben (without five), and Kyle (with a B)
What have I been doing with my bad self lately you ask?
Went to Royal Oak...the city that always sleeps... There I saw a little man and his big piano, Ben Folds. Round two: Columbus, Ohio... August 11th...
So, a bit on the night. We went...we saw, Cornmoe... talent in its finest. Any guy who looks like Jack Black and Meatloaf's spawn who plays an accordion and sings or "moonbeams, rainbows, I wanna Bang You" deserves your respect. Then Ben came on and shook his little white ass for much longer than what seemed a traditional set, with no complaints from me, however the guy behind us wouldn’t stop yelling, "rock this bitch." Yeah, "Rock this Bitch" was a joke two cds ago...I am sure it's getting old... get over it. He did however sing "Bitches Aint Shit" a Dr. Dre cover that brings me back to my wangsta days... After the concert, Sara (still no H) and I went out drinking. The first bar we went to was straight off of the Ally McBeal set. Here stand Sara and I, my shirt reading “I like Tater Tots” next to a guy in armani and a gal in silk. To say we stuck out is an understatement. So, after two drinks and half my paycheck we made our way to the second bar. There we paid for a shot of rum and got a double for less then one drink at the first bar. I must add this part, a golden moment of the evening, Sara says, “I think I might get another drink”, having just recovered from the double shot, and I say just sit there for a moment, next thing I know she’s on the phone with her mother doing tongue twisters….
Spring semester started at school, and since I haven’t felt like an overachiever since 9th grade, I decided to take an online class….drum roll please…oh yes Urinalysis and Body Fluids. I have yet to get to chapter 13 Miscellaneous Body Fluids but I will keep you informed…
The reason for my post, is a shameless promotion…all those who are fans of Aaron Karo…I found a nice substitute, and not a Kathy Lee sweatshop rip off…Kyle B has done some venting…if you are one of the few not to have been graced by my 1/3 Foo Fighter Barber Shop Quartet then I can hook you up…. Yes, that misnomer was on purpose don’t post me on that shit.
Let’s see what else…Matt got a cat and Sara is on to crush number two. Thought, I would add some other people’s news in there to fill up the page and make me look important. What can I say!? I am an asshole, instead of posting I spent a whole week trying to figure out how a finger got in my Wendy’s Chili!
I learned how to play Dueling Banjo’s the other day on my guitar…you can’t hide from your redneck past.
Today, I bought Peanut Butter Captain Crunch. You know what I love the best about it? As I meandered down the cereal isle looking at all the boxes, each cereal with extra marshmallows, candy coated, chocolate filled, etc all had their healthy catch phrase. Now with more calcium, made with fiber, better for your teeth than pure sugar! Except of course good ol’ captain. He doesn’t front, it’s loaded with a ton of bad shit no longer resembling the oats they were derived from but the yummy goodness you feel when you eat them is shall I say ridiculous? Fuck Kim Possible though, she doesn’t have a prize in the box, Disney spy-cheerleader cheap skink.
I am back to working again…at work…I know hard concept, think on it a while. Some guy tonight accused me of being too young to sell alcohol, to which I just stood aside and let my boss ring up all the alcoholics. It’s cool, I am not 16, but I can be when it means less work involved. The Drama wheel has started spinning again at work, someone said something I don’t quite recall and I realize why shit doesn’t stand on me too long, it’s the ADD I always get distracted before I can start drama. And no for the record I haven’t taken my piss test yet, so would you bloody stoners stop calling me.
I am excited to be on medication that shows what a fuck up I really am. All these years and now, I have a blue pill. I wear it like a purple heart; you have problems if you meds are blue. I think they might be working though, I am focused like you wouldn’t believe on things other than school work, but I have focused long and hard and am beginning to think that success isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. I am still okay with living in a shack…shacking up with Ben Folds…yeah, I crack myself up…someone has to.
I will leave you with something to really ponder on… while watching Anchorman hungover last week or so, Sara shook up my water and said, “isn’t it weird? How water doesn’t fizz?” At first I passed this off to the girl who used to call me in my room just to watch me answer the phone and laugh in the phone, or the girl who once said, I don’t know if space really does exist, but maybe it’s all the brain cells I have killed, or that I spent too much time being bothered by the scrunchy in the girl’s hair ahead of me in Chemistry, but it is fucking bizarre.
Went to Royal Oak...the city that always sleeps... There I saw a little man and his big piano, Ben Folds. Round two: Columbus, Ohio... August 11th...
So, a bit on the night. We went...we saw, Cornmoe... talent in its finest. Any guy who looks like Jack Black and Meatloaf's spawn who plays an accordion and sings or "moonbeams, rainbows, I wanna Bang You" deserves your respect. Then Ben came on and shook his little white ass for much longer than what seemed a traditional set, with no complaints from me, however the guy behind us wouldn’t stop yelling, "rock this bitch." Yeah, "Rock this Bitch" was a joke two cds ago...I am sure it's getting old... get over it. He did however sing "Bitches Aint Shit" a Dr. Dre cover that brings me back to my wangsta days... After the concert, Sara (still no H) and I went out drinking. The first bar we went to was straight off of the Ally McBeal set. Here stand Sara and I, my shirt reading “I like Tater Tots” next to a guy in armani and a gal in silk. To say we stuck out is an understatement. So, after two drinks and half my paycheck we made our way to the second bar. There we paid for a shot of rum and got a double for less then one drink at the first bar. I must add this part, a golden moment of the evening, Sara says, “I think I might get another drink”, having just recovered from the double shot, and I say just sit there for a moment, next thing I know she’s on the phone with her mother doing tongue twisters….
Spring semester started at school, and since I haven’t felt like an overachiever since 9th grade, I decided to take an online class….drum roll please…oh yes Urinalysis and Body Fluids. I have yet to get to chapter 13 Miscellaneous Body Fluids but I will keep you informed…
The reason for my post, is a shameless promotion…all those who are fans of Aaron Karo…I found a nice substitute, and not a Kathy Lee sweatshop rip off…Kyle B has done some venting…if you are one of the few not to have been graced by my 1/3 Foo Fighter Barber Shop Quartet then I can hook you up…. Yes, that misnomer was on purpose don’t post me on that shit.
Let’s see what else…Matt got a cat and Sara is on to crush number two. Thought, I would add some other people’s news in there to fill up the page and make me look important. What can I say!? I am an asshole, instead of posting I spent a whole week trying to figure out how a finger got in my Wendy’s Chili!
I learned how to play Dueling Banjo’s the other day on my guitar…you can’t hide from your redneck past.
Today, I bought Peanut Butter Captain Crunch. You know what I love the best about it? As I meandered down the cereal isle looking at all the boxes, each cereal with extra marshmallows, candy coated, chocolate filled, etc all had their healthy catch phrase. Now with more calcium, made with fiber, better for your teeth than pure sugar! Except of course good ol’ captain. He doesn’t front, it’s loaded with a ton of bad shit no longer resembling the oats they were derived from but the yummy goodness you feel when you eat them is shall I say ridiculous? Fuck Kim Possible though, she doesn’t have a prize in the box, Disney spy-cheerleader cheap skink.
I am back to working again…at work…I know hard concept, think on it a while. Some guy tonight accused me of being too young to sell alcohol, to which I just stood aside and let my boss ring up all the alcoholics. It’s cool, I am not 16, but I can be when it means less work involved. The Drama wheel has started spinning again at work, someone said something I don’t quite recall and I realize why shit doesn’t stand on me too long, it’s the ADD I always get distracted before I can start drama. And no for the record I haven’t taken my piss test yet, so would you bloody stoners stop calling me.
I am excited to be on medication that shows what a fuck up I really am. All these years and now, I have a blue pill. I wear it like a purple heart; you have problems if you meds are blue. I think they might be working though, I am focused like you wouldn’t believe on things other than school work, but I have focused long and hard and am beginning to think that success isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. I am still okay with living in a shack…shacking up with Ben Folds…yeah, I crack myself up…someone has to.
I will leave you with something to really ponder on… while watching Anchorman hungover last week or so, Sara shook up my water and said, “isn’t it weird? How water doesn’t fizz?” At first I passed this off to the girl who used to call me in my room just to watch me answer the phone and laugh in the phone, or the girl who once said, I don’t know if space really does exist, but maybe it’s all the brain cells I have killed, or that I spent too much time being bothered by the scrunchy in the girl’s hair ahead of me in Chemistry, but it is fucking bizarre.