glorious
the inspiration for me to actually update this is 100% due to the fact Top Gun is one of the best movies I've ever seen. I was just sitting here listening to the little Van Halen theme song and, man, what a fuckin stellar flick. If only life was as amazin as Top Gun, we'd all be in better places. But why did Goose have to die? No one wanted to see him go, but it had to happen. Otherwise, there would be no climax. But thern he talked to the dogtags and everything was marvelous. Oh man, what a great movie.
I can go on and on about Top Gun, but I shan't (did i just make up a word?) Ok well let's do a quick rundown of whats happening. Jay leaves for the Navy in like 50 something days, maybe less. He has his mom's wedding practice tonight, which is cool. I haven't been to a wedding in years, let alone a wedding all my friends will be at. can you say alcohol poisoning? go ahead...sound it out. What else? Oh, Pic called me, he has tendonitis in his leg or knee, i forget. Thatn son of a bitch deserved it though. I'll exlpain why. Pic, Big T, and myself went to see Lit at the House of Blues a few years back. Pic's giant self went crowd surfing. The man's 6'7". Anyway, I turn around to find him and his Doc Martin wins the award for being the asshole that knocked by jaw out of alignment. I have a clicking jaw for the rest of my life. Now Pic has a fucked up tendon. I know it sounds sinister, but I feel justice has been done. What else...oh Zachs calling me when he gets off work. And wheres Kelly and Katie at? I need my damn hair cut already. C Bomb is playin MVP 2004, hopefully making us all proud. Gotta call him. What is this shit? Why have I become the plan maker for the evening? Oh thats right, I'm unemployed. I'm moving in 2 weeks and a part of me couldn't be happier. What else we got goin on? Uhm...did I mention how fantastic Top Gun is? oh i remember now...
Ok, only a few of you are going to pick up on this, but bear with me. Jay, the hawk, is leaving for the Navy. I feel it is my duty to send this kid off the best way I can think of. And he's expecting me to. I got him tickets to Jerry Springer a few years back and he expects good gifts now. So i say fuck. So I, along with Sara, his g/f, and a few others are formulating a plan. If this son of a bitch doesn't like it then I will, uh, i got nothin. he can seriously kill me in a matter of seconds. But he won't. Or else the tape of him dressed up like britney spears making out with a justin timberlake cardboard cutout will somehow surface. Or was that on south park? I don't know. South Park and life have run together. sad isn't it. But he'll like it. What else...oh yea, claire's pregnant. I told her that I want the child to be named Indian. No one has a child named Indian. There's a future with the name Indian. I walked her home and she held my hand, I knew it couldn;t be just a 1 night stand, so i asked to see her next week, and she told me i could. something tells me im into something good. woah...very sorry. Kinda broke into song there. But ya, if your name is Indian, you have a number of career options. You can be a mascot for the Indians, you can be in recreations of the 1st thanksgiving, you can be a greeter at a casino. you can make a beer called Indian beer. People are stupid. If it sounds foreign, they'll buy it. I know my naive ass would buy Indian Beer. And why? Because it's what the Indians drink. I'm really running out of shit to talk about. I'd like to know what you all think of my idiotic remarks...so leave a comment bitches.
I can go on and on about Top Gun, but I shan't (did i just make up a word?) Ok well let's do a quick rundown of whats happening. Jay leaves for the Navy in like 50 something days, maybe less. He has his mom's wedding practice tonight, which is cool. I haven't been to a wedding in years, let alone a wedding all my friends will be at. can you say alcohol poisoning? go ahead...sound it out. What else? Oh, Pic called me, he has tendonitis in his leg or knee, i forget. Thatn son of a bitch deserved it though. I'll exlpain why. Pic, Big T, and myself went to see Lit at the House of Blues a few years back. Pic's giant self went crowd surfing. The man's 6'7". Anyway, I turn around to find him and his Doc Martin wins the award for being the asshole that knocked by jaw out of alignment. I have a clicking jaw for the rest of my life. Now Pic has a fucked up tendon. I know it sounds sinister, but I feel justice has been done. What else...oh Zachs calling me when he gets off work. And wheres Kelly and Katie at? I need my damn hair cut already. C Bomb is playin MVP 2004, hopefully making us all proud. Gotta call him. What is this shit? Why have I become the plan maker for the evening? Oh thats right, I'm unemployed. I'm moving in 2 weeks and a part of me couldn't be happier. What else we got goin on? Uhm...did I mention how fantastic Top Gun is? oh i remember now...
Ok, only a few of you are going to pick up on this, but bear with me. Jay, the hawk, is leaving for the Navy. I feel it is my duty to send this kid off the best way I can think of. And he's expecting me to. I got him tickets to Jerry Springer a few years back and he expects good gifts now. So i say fuck. So I, along with Sara, his g/f, and a few others are formulating a plan. If this son of a bitch doesn't like it then I will, uh, i got nothin. he can seriously kill me in a matter of seconds. But he won't. Or else the tape of him dressed up like britney spears making out with a justin timberlake cardboard cutout will somehow surface. Or was that on south park? I don't know. South Park and life have run together. sad isn't it. But he'll like it. What else...oh yea, claire's pregnant. I told her that I want the child to be named Indian. No one has a child named Indian. There's a future with the name Indian. I walked her home and she held my hand, I knew it couldn;t be just a 1 night stand, so i asked to see her next week, and she told me i could. something tells me im into something good. woah...very sorry. Kinda broke into song there. But ya, if your name is Indian, you have a number of career options. You can be a mascot for the Indians, you can be in recreations of the 1st thanksgiving, you can be a greeter at a casino. you can make a beer called Indian beer. People are stupid. If it sounds foreign, they'll buy it. I know my naive ass would buy Indian Beer. And why? Because it's what the Indians drink. I'm really running out of shit to talk about. I'd like to know what you all think of my idiotic remarks...so leave a comment bitches.