My most recent post has inspired me to write one of my typically (if you can call posting to this every few months "typical") long-winded and story-like posts akin to posts of old, such as "pooping etiquette" from mid 2006, or to a lesser extent "orange juice cereal". The only problem is, when I wrote THOSE posts, I actually had something to say ( Read more... )

 Six months later, first mouse in my apartment. Killed that fucker to send a message... like in Braveheart with the head in the basket there... Sorry little mouse, but rules are rules. Try to eat my food and live in my warm house inside from the blizzard, we break your neck with false promises of peanut butter.

Peace Trans World.

There are like two people who still post here. Everyone else should jump back on the LJ train. Not that I don't love reading about Sarah's adventures in Detroit (glad to hear everything's going well), but c'mon guys. Make with the posting.

Way to come out of left field and knock me flat on my ass with awesomeness, SILVERCHAIR (WTF?!)

I think my hatred will destroy Trans World.

God dammit, do I ever hate them.

In the (more than a) year I've worked for TWEC, I haven't had any extended period of time off, other than a sick day here and there.

In little more than an hour, I check out for a week-long vacation. YES.

Equal isn't good
really doesn't help the taste
of crappy coffee

Going to Lollapalooza. Trans World is the official autograph/meet and greet sponsor this year, so I get the hook up.

Yeah, I have to actually work at it, but hell... PEARL JAM and moe. AND Soulive?! God damn right doggie.

Most pleased.

That's what my roommate Andy calls it. It's a funny saying.

In a good place. I'm so mature.

Random LJ posts? Yes.