Moon Stomping

Blogger Buddy,
It has been far too long since I have talked to you. Well lest have a little recap shall we. So In the last week, I have woke up and gone to work, then came home with the intention of sitting down and writing some stand up. However, what ended up happening was going home from work and sitting on my ass playing Call Of Duty ALL FUCKING NIGHT! Can't say I am happy with myself on that one. However Thursday night I did set out to piss someone on Xbox live and I sure as shit did. The best line of the night was the gamer thought he was being clever by calling me an ass pirate. I reciprocated by letting him know that I was no such thing, but rather I was an ass ninja. I guess that was too much for him cuz he shut up and left me alone after that.I did manage to start smoking again, so that is not anything I am too happy about.
So as I am writing this I am trapped inside my best friends house in Richmond, Va. We are snowed in, I already tried to go to the store and my car got 6 ft and that was it. We went out in downtown Richmond last night, and me being the hard headed guy I am and refuse to buy drinks from the bar. I decided to pregame and get drunk before we went out. Well getting drunk got accomplished and then some. Needless to say by the time we got to the bar I was PISSED. So naturally the bar did not serve me. Would not have mattered though I left my check card at the house my drunk mind had figured out some other way to get the payment I would have needed. So any way I ended up accidentally punching a good friends younger cousin in the eye. It would not have been so bad even she knew it was an complete freak accident however when I was privately texting my sister the recap of the evening I quote "I love you, and I punched some bitch in the eye".
She got all butt hurt cuz I used the word bitch. Seriously calm the eff down and get over yourself. So much more happened over the weekend but I am really tired maybe I'll pick it up tom and fill you in.

Dog Calls and Guidos

Hey there blog fella,
Damn its been a while since I showed you any love. Prolly due to the influx of porn on my laptop which would have caused it to crash which in turn would have lead to me having to get it fixed which brings me to you at such a late date and from a computer that is not mine. So things are swell right now. I guess all I can really say is nothing extremely bad has happened. ( you ever get in a writing situation where you can't or don't know how to spell a word? that shit happens to me all the time. like just now when I was trying to write the word major-ly, which I am not sure if it is or is not a word. But even spell check can not pick it up so instead I used extremely cuz i know how to spell that. I find myself in those situations all the time).
Anywhobop been hearing way toooooooo much about this fucking retarded show MTV has put into their line up, and most of there shows make me want to gag these days. But I have found a show that makes me want to gag, choke on my own vomit, slit my wrists while I am choking on that vomit, and pull out each one the hairs on my head. Thats right you guessed it bud, the Jersey Shore who gave these fucking retards a show to begin with, it is like watching monkeys at the fucking zoo. I swear to god I did not know what a "Guido" was before I heard about this show, and now I don't ever want to hear that fucking word again I swear to Buddha. This show is an embarrassment to the entire human race. I know for a fact that Jersey is not like that in any light, but there are those types of fucking people out there and we need to put them on a fucking island and hope a Hurricane Katrina hits that island and do the entire human race a favor. That might be a little mean and a little hard for you to swallow blogger but tis the truth. We need to help natural selection out a wee bit on this one cuz I think she missed these fucks with her fine tooth comb.
Next up I would like to talk to a bit about me pops. My father is the strongest most gentlest man I know. He was the first person to introduce me to comedy. When I was about three years old he used to walk around at night before I went to bed with me on his shoulders and go around and use a high pitched voice and have everything in the house say good night to me. That is one of the best memories I have from yesteryear of my pops and I. I love him to death.
This story that follows is a true story and its just my dad's sense of humor so I never saw anything wrong with it at all. My dad is an avid bird hunter, he uses dogs for bird hunting primarily English Pointers, and when your hunting with dogs there is a certain rhetoric you have to use in the woods when calling them. The dog needs to know where you are at so you have to yell with your voice in a sort of fashion like this: "Hereyaare -dogs name- (mind you thats one whole word), herehereherehere, earyaare" and it sort of has a musical ring to it after a while. I have been on plenty of hunting outings with my father so I had gotten very used to his dog calls. Well after several years of this my dad, decided to try something new out. We were at the K-Mart one day my sister and I and my dad. He had asked the two of us to run and grab something from the other side of the store. After several minutes of trying to find this completely bullshit item my sister and I hear
" NIC! SAM! HEARYAARE, COMEAROUNDHERE, HEREHEREHERE"
and he kept this shit up for about 5 minutes. Finally embarrassed as all get out my sister and I walked back to him.
The next time he tried this I was ready for him, as soon as i heard him trying this crap I ran to the pet section of the store we were at grabbed a dog collar and put it on then got down on all fours and ran back to him. He was not ready for that, and it sure was the last time he tried that crap. Hehe I love my dad haha.

Shit or Get Off The Pot..........Wait I can't I'm Typing This Blog On The Pot.

Good Evening Blog Fella,
How have you been, I know its been a couple days since I said hi. I just wanted to let you know I won't for get about you.
Let me catch you up to speed, right now I am taking a twosie and typing on the laptop ( might I mention that I LOVE TECHNOLOGY ) also I am listening to The B52's. So lets see. I "STOLE" the recipe for a really good veggie wrap from Tropical Smoothie and made it at home. Turned out way better than the one I had yesterday at the actual store. I had a long ass drive home from Richmond the other day and that was nice cuz I was able to turn my brain off. I discovered something about myself earlier this year. When I listen to techno, trance, trip hop, and/or anything sythesized or bass heavy I am able to do one of two things. Focus intensly on what I am doing or two turn my brain off completely and go into a " trance " like state. ( prolly why its called that ). So I jammed to some trance all the way home and it was nice to just turn off the brain and not have anything in there for a while. A personal reboot if you will.
So today was MILK DAY, or for those of you who want to be politically correct, MLK Day. So I had off and played Modern Warfare ALL day. I actually went and paid the 60 bucks for it rather than borrow it from my roomie. Then went to the pool with Travis so I could actually feel like I did something and we got there at 615 turns out that the gym closed at 7, and the pool closes at 645 on MLK day. So i got a lil swim in nothing major but a decent one. Then came back had another bomb ass veggie wrap and played some more MWF2 and am about to call it a night there lil buddy. Sorry I have nothing too crazy to tell ya tonight. I just thought I would hit ya up with a lil bit of news from the weekend but I have nothing . So i'll catch ya later brosef.
PEACE

Chapters Of Music

Hey Blogger Pal,
How you doing friend, I'm sitting up here in Richmond after a long day of stuff. I call it stuff cuz it really was nothing rather important. Backed up some files at work, looked at new places to live, drove the hour and a half to Richmond though shitty traffic. I just needed a little break away from the hustle and bustle of the Navy. Its funny that you would think I could escape the hustle and bustle of one city by going to another city. Your right you cant. I am mad at myself and we are not talking right now. I was suppose to take myself on on a date tonight to see Ryan Montbleu play in Ashland Va tonight, and instead I bailed on myself and ditched out. So I am sitting in my buddy's room waiting for him to get back from his date, sipping on some Sunset Wheat.
So what can we think about, talk about, chat about?
I am actually using my lap top right in my lap rather than on my desk as a desktop haha.
Not much really to report my dear, wish I had something to drag on about but I don't. I am really just looking forward to the future. I am ready to get a start on this new chapter in my life. Because out of all the other chapters I have lived I feel this upcoming one is going to be the most productive, and eventful of my entire life and I am ready to take it on. Just gotta keep my eyes on that horizon even though at times it seems like that horizon will never reach my feet, I can not let that thought overpower my mind. Cuz I know that one day soon my feet are going to hit that ground running.
Sorry about the long pause even though it did not find its way into the text form. I just sat here for the last 20 mins watching Mayer Hawthorne videos. He is a new artist I have been getting into hes from just outside Detroit. He has a very motown feel to his stuff then at the same time he mixes in the new hip hop style I really dig his shit and I think you need to check him out.

The Scent Of Sexiness

Blog Pal,
I have such a long standing love hate relationship with sleep, when I try to go to bed early I end up waking up in the middle of the night ( like now). Or if I go to bed too late I get all paranoid that I will will not wake up in time and I'll miss the alarm, so my sleep is not constant and I wake up every half an hour until my alarm.
So tonight I decided that I was going to fall asleep at a very early time of 7:30 while I watched an episode of Survivor Man. I got woke up by a phone call at 9:15pm so needless to say that two hours of sleep just gave me a power boost and now I am up writing this blog instead of sleeping like I want to be. ( not that I don't love you blogger, I just wish I was sleeping instead of typing away at the keyboard).
So, there is something I feel that needs to be said, something very riveting. As most of you may not know at this point, I have been tanning due to a medical condition known as psoriasis. The dermatologist suggested I start getting more sun and since it is the middle of January tanning was the best bet. Not to mention even if it were the summer time I hate the beach and I don't have what the general public would describe as a "beach body". So therefore tanning is the best bet for a person like me. It can me feel and seem vain while at the same time healthy and sexy. So it really is a win-win. So back to the story at hand. Now I am going to assume that YOU know what its like when you tan Blogger cuz you are like the coolest person I know and all cool and sexy people tan these days. But for the other un-sexy public I want to paint a bit of a picture into the world of the tanning salon before I break down and admit my personal failure.
You enter into a small and quaint little boutique, most of the time there is a woman who looks as thought she should be leather face's bride. The skin on these women rival the leather quality of most cattle. They plug your name into a computer and figure out where you need to tan. Now you can use the "super" beds or sometimes known as the "max" beds. Not the only way your going to want to use these are if you want to feel like a french fry being dipped into a vat of hot oil. No save you money and use the regular economy beds like the rest of the public. Now this is me, but I don't really know the etiquette when it comes to being in the tanning booth. I am not sure if dudes are suppose to tan naked or if your suppose to leave your unmentionables on? I have never taken it upon myself to stick my head out of the booth and ask if I need to leave them on or if they can come off. Now don't get me wrong the thought to ask has crossed my head however I feel once that door is shut and locked Vegas Rules are in order. What goes on behind that closed door stays behind the closed door. So anyway then your left standing there butt naked if your like me, and you have the option to apply the lotion that you just paid 50$ for. We are not talking about the bottle either, no you just paid damn near half your allowance for a small SAMPLE of lotion. Anyway you have to apply it cuz leather face's bride told you it would make you tan (burn) easier.
Now we come to the tanning bed, how to describe this thing. Well I can say that I do know what the meat inside of a burrito feels like all toasty and warm. But physically what can I paint for you. Imagine that you have died, and now you are being placed into your coffin, but now all of a sudden your coffin is lit up super bright by super hot track lighting. These lights mind you are a good 2 inches from you face and you also laying on a bed of UV lights. You lay there as your entire body just heats up and you start to burn all over the place, but you paid for 15 mins of this and your getting your money's worth so don't pussy out. Your essentially giving yourself a body wide sunburn, and you paid for this remember.
Now that pretty much is the long and short of a visit to the tanning salon. Now onward with my little experience I had tanning yesterday. I went in to tan just like any normal day, I walked in, talked to the nice leathery clerk, got behind the closed door, got nakey and jumped into my bright ass hot ass coffin. Laying there relaxing to a little David Gray, I suddenly had the urge to let the butt trumpet play. However I could not simply just let one rip because two factors were in place here. 1) The bed I was in was right next to the front desk and as it is, in this particular tanning salon you can damn near hear someone whisper from room to room the walls are so thin. 2) There was plexi glass below my bum and and sort of trumpeting was going to rumble, bubble, and amplify throughout the salon. So I did the polite thing and just let it seep out little by little. As I have already mentioned it gets hot in this personal little hell of yours. The smell that started to seep into my nose was something my nostrils have ever sensed nor do I ever want them to smell again. At this point the smell was so bad it was a lethal odor of death and death's dirty laundry. The really bad part was, its the middle of January and its cold outside, I was rolled up all nice and cozy in this warm little glass burrito of mine and not really willing to consciously escape the smell. So...........I laid there, enduring the stench of this fart that had slowly seeped outta my ass like a bad gas leak.

Fortune Cookie Of The Day
If The Milk Man Brings Milk For Refreshment, and The Newsman Brings News To The Uniformed, Then Who Does The Good Fella Help Out?

8.5 Simple Steps To Not Reading A Book

BLOG BUDDDDDY!!!!
I know I left you a little unloved last night, been a weird couple of days all sorts of moody and I can't quite figure it out. Maybe its gas, ya know like back in the days of being an infant, when I was all cranky and jazz, then my grandmama would tell my mum that the reason was gas and all she had to do was gimme prune juice or something and I would get all loosened up and be all better. Where is that quick fix as an adult, I've tried farting, I've tried shitting, I've tried all the juices under the sun. I am just moody, can't figure it out.
Anyway, so I popped my trunk today and found three books in the back. Let me preface this whole paragraph with this little nugget. I have a very bad habit of starting a book that is really interesting and then getting bored with it halfway through and giving up on it or just forgetting about it all together. So anyway, I found three books in my trunk that I have started and only gotten about halfway through or less. They are:
Sigmund Freud's Interpretation Of Dream, A Book On Speed Reading, and a book on how to play and the history of the Didgeridoo. So instead of hunkering down and trying to finish these books I decided to write this blog about things I have been doing instead.

1. I went to work today and stared at my computer trying to bring myself to write my resume which has been looming over my head like a shitty shit storm cloud.

2.I talked to my sister on the phone for a good 45 minutes while at work. ( So that actually counts as two cuz not only was I not reading, I was also not working.)

3.Going Tanning and trying not to gag and the stench I had created by farting inside my tanning bed. ( BTW it was sum where in the range of wet dog hair that had scorched off the dogs back and a really really really rotten egg.)

3 1/2. Going to the gym and using the eliptical. Since its the only thing next to swimming I can do right now due to my knee. However I did the 30/30 program on it and got my ass kicked. ( 30/30 is 30 second sprint which on the eliptical is above 80 rpms, and then a 30 sec walk which is below 40 rpms. So I had that set for an hour and only made it to 13 minutes. Which also why this is awarded 3 1/2 spot.)

4. Playing Modern Warfare 2 with my neighbor, then quitting cuz the lag was really pissing me off.

5. Making a tuna sandwhich and eating it. ( Surprisingly out of the whole day thus far its only 6 pm right now, this has been the highlight of my day. Most likely due to the fact that the tuna salad has been in the fridge for well over a week now and I was well aware of the gamble I was taking by making this sandwhich and that was fun.)

6. Again staring at my computer at home and trying to bring myself to write my resume.

7. Writing this blog and playing on facebook.

So pretty much 8 things I have been doing instead of reading those books I should probably finish. Hopefully one of these days I'll figure things out and try to get them done.
PEACE

Fortune Cookie Of The Day
Why does the man who have everything act as if his cup is always empty. While the man who has nothing acts as if every cup he has ever owned was filled to the brim?

Not Much

HEY! Blog
What is going on tonight? Not too much on this end just sitting down with a sipper of Orange Vodka and Pineapple juice with a lil splash of lemon and lime juice.
Been playing a heluva lot of Modern Warfare 2 the last few days, been pretty bad ass. Not much today I have been pretty tired as of late and really have a hard time trying to be funny so I'll catch ya later blog buddy peace

Russians, Vader, and Bears OH MY!!!!!

Good morning blog,
I want to start by telling you about the first dream I had last night it was quite the story. It started with me on some military base. I was late for work and I was calling in to let my command know I was late for work. They said not too worry about coming in, instead I had to go my boss's house and babysit his daughters. Which it turns out happened to be my real life little cousins. Any way, the youngest one runs off and starts playing hide and seek on the entire base. I am am scrambling to find her before the workday is over. Eventually I find her, and then both of them run off. So again I am running all over base trying to find both these little girls. Well my morals are not warped I guess cuz I ended up finding them AGAIN!!.
However right after I found them is when shit hits the fan. Russian's invade the base and I am holding an M14 TCOB sort of, when I say taking care of business I mean running away and take an ass load of bullets in the bum. I finally get to a secured bunker where I have to explain to Obama that the reason Russians are invading is because I lost my boss's daughters babysitting.

So thats what I was dealing with all night. The best part is, I know exactly why I dreamed all this. All day yesterday I played Modern Warfare 2, ALL DAY. Then last night while I was falling asleep I watched Monsters INC. As well as the simple fact that I slept with my Nicotine patch on too. So that was my first dream. The next dream was quite insane as well it involved my two favorite movie villans.

So it starts off in the New York sewers. I am visting my favorite Teenage Shellbacks. We're are chilling eating pizza. Then the footclan invades the hideout and again I am running and hiding while the Turtles are kickign some major ass. I eventually get captured by the foot cuz I know very little ninjitsu, like in the areana of none. So I am captured and taken to the foot headquarters. Then I meet the shredder, and he is just as much of a badass as I have always thought. So the shred dude is giving me the business and whatnot, all of a sudden darth Vader just comes from no where. Vader and shredder explain to me how they went to villian school together and how they were both awarded "most likely to TCOB in the future". Any way they get into stories of the past and shit. So then comes time for them to decide what they want to do with me, and before they decide they want me to decide which on of them is my real father. All of a sudden out of no where they are standing on stage with mics. They are in a full blown American Idol style compitition for fatherhood. I am sitting in Simon's spot, April O'Neil is in Paula's spot, and Fozzy Bear is sitting in Randy's spot. The host with the most......thats right none other than Beetleguise is the host taking over for Ryan Seacrest. So the show goes on, and both of them plead their cases as to why they should be my father, and right when the winner is about to be announced my alarm goes off and I have to take my roomate to the airport.

Talk about dreams you wish you could revisit, cuz that dream was badass, I wanted to know who my real father was so bad!!!!! I have no idea what I did to get this dream, but I want to go back for the show's finale.

Anyway today is playoff Sunday so I gotta watch my Packers get thier win on. Thanks for letting me drivel my dreams off to you my friend.
PEACE

Fortune Cookie Of The Day
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck had no teeth?

Don't War, SIESTA!!!!!!!!!

Good Morning Blog,
Glad to see your up and early on this fine January day. Sorry I have not been showing you the love the last few days, I have just been in the sleep mode. I now know what Winnie the Poo and Yogi go through every winter. If I had it my way, I would accept the Mexican Style Siesta only I would extend it all winter long. I would call all wars and everything on a time out sort of mode and just have the entire USA go into a deep hibernation. We would cut down on so many things. For a whole 5 months nothing would get used and that would really help savings around here. Just go on TV and say "look here enemies of the USA, we are calling a time out and (hold up my hands in timeout fashion) we don't care what you do to each other from the dates of Dec 21st to March 21st. Just don't involve us. Canada will be holding all our calls until we get back so please route your problems through them."

That's what I would do.........


P.S.
Fortune Cookie Of The Day
If You Hung Upside Down On Monkey Bars and Ate Upside Down Cake While Listening To The Band Cake, Then Technically.........You'd Be Eating Cake and Listening To The Band Upside Down Cake.......Right?

Sorry Blogster

Hey there, sorry about this but tonight I am just not up for writing. I'll get some sleep and hopefully be better tomorrow.

God Bless You

So after a long and drunk and eventually upsetting evening last night, I have returned to put my trust into the Drivel Machine again.
I love both my parents, in fact I am happy with the way they raised me. However in these early years of adulthood I have started to gander backwards into my past and quickly developed this thought about my childhood. It was very much like a carnival that you get dragged off to, and my parents were like the one ride that you threw up on and vowed never to get on again. Instead you said "see ya carnival, I am heading over to this water park called adulthood".
My parents were the greatest two people who could have ever come together and create a child which was not me...........nope that child was my sister. I happened to be the early one, planned but early. Or as my mum puts it, "you were fun sex, while your sister....well she was just sex".
My mother was the sweetest and most tender woman I have ever met. She encouraged us to do what we wanted to do in life while being that lifeline and safety net when things did not workout. She really tried to instill good morals and polite etiquette in my sister and I. She was a real stickler on the thank yous especially. She even started doing it to other peoples children.
One day we were sitting int he back of church, my sis and I sitting there making faces at each other trying to get one another in trouble with our mom. The pastor was doing his thing, and the crowd was silent. There was a loud sneeze that came from just to the side of me, it was another little boy sitting all by himself. My mother pointed at me and told me to tell him "God Bless You". I complied and the little boy just sat wide eyed gazing up at the arm flailing pastor. So my mother gave me a sour look and told me to do it again because she didn't believe I told him. So once again I complied, and the same response from the kid. He did not even blink at me saying "Bless You". Finally my mum notices the kid's not responding so she leans over me and grabs the boy by the shoulder. She starts scolding him for not having manners and as soon as her hand grabs his shoulder he whips to the side his eyes wider than before. So by now this minor disturbance has caught the attention of some fellow patrons. Soon enough the whole church is watching my mom scold this little boy for not having manners. Now I start to notice there is no parent coming to this kids aid, and I have suffered the wrath of my mother on a lack of manners rant. So I am just staying out of it, sorry bud but I did try to warn you. Finally the pastor stops his rant to come down to our alter and get to the bottom of this ordeal that has stopped church. As the pastor came down, he started to smile as the little boy turned and smiled too. The pastor asked my mum what she thought she was doing to the little boy. She explained how he was being a little snot for not saying thank you after we said God Bless You to him. The pastor pulled my mother aside and said to her, Ms. Boos this is my grandson, and he is deaf. The look on my mothers face was priceless. It was the last time she ever scolded any child about his/her manners as well as my sister and I. Now here is where the story gets really bad, after the service I saw the pastor and his grandson walking out to thier car and the little boy was talking with his grandpa. I don't mean he was signing to his grandpa, I mean he was in full on conversation with him. I overheard him ask his grandpa why he told that lady that he was deaf? The pastor simply replied God should never have to bless ones sneezes, that's the duty of people like her.
Hope you enjoyed that.
PEACE

LameGay

So once again the internet has crapped up and kept me from posting in what my eyes was a pretty awesome blog and instead you are stuck with this lamegay two line post. BTW you would know that meaning behind lame gay had the interweb not acted so lamegay itself. Now because of the interweb the world will now be missing the definition of lamegay. and forever more it will prolly be thought of as a derogatory slang term which it is not. but the interweb must get better and not crashing before it can expect me to explain my word meanings.
PEACE

Stay Tuned For Your Regular Scheduled Programming

So its Sunday, the end of the weekend. Back to the work week tomorrow, I watched the Vikings work that Giant ass. I am not going to get to see my Packers take on the Cardinals though. So in place of the regular scheduled football I have indulged myself on the cult classic The Boondock Saints.
Still have not managed to completely clean my room, which was the ultimate goal of the weekend, though I did manage to pick up a bunch of loose wires and cords everywhere, put them into my laundry basket and shove them into my closet out of eye sight. So I guess you could say I did infact clean my room.
Again, nothing really interesting to report today, its been quite the dull weekend. So I am just gonna head off like this. I'll maybe update with a new blog tonight if I get the bug.
PEACE

Closet of the Gods

After an odd nigh of waking up every two hours I am up and half ass'n it through my day thus far. Got some Jamiroquai playing on the iTunes right now. If your not familiar with them here is where most of you have probably been exposed to their music. They are an acid jazz band, lately I have been jammin out to the acid jazz bands more and more. Its hard for me or anyone to define what acid jazz is, I would suggest doing the whole wiki thing and checking it out if it catches your interest.
So speaking of half assing things, I did get to rearranging my room last night, and only ended up moving the big stuff like the bed, computer desk and dresser. Left all the little shit to pick up for today, and I think I have even talked myself out of that.
Because today has been set aside for a trip to my newest favorite store. Plato's Closet, this place is amazing. Its a second hand thrift store where all the jocks, preps, and meat heads go to take the name brand clothes they don't want anymore. Clothes that I would otherwise not be able to afford, not because of a lack of money but because of the lack of dignity I would have for myself if I actually went into one of these stores and paid full price for some of this shit. However when you place the word secondhand or thrift into the mix I have a whole new set of rules.
Also I am taking a trip to my second favorite store today. The grocery store.
Again this is only my second blog ever, so I want to say to the blog critics out there " I don't care what you think of my blog, I know its basically just been my daily itinerary, and I know I over use the comma, but I am okay with that and if this is the second blog of mine your reading then you must be okay with it too."
I started this blog for me to easy into and eventually be cracking everyone up and to keep people updated on my goings ons. I don't really have much goings ons right now, but in the near future I plan on it. So for now I say goodbye but I'll see you soon.
PEACE

Why Can't I Talk On My Phone In Twenty Ten

As many of you are all ready aware, its 2010.
Here's where I am sitting as far as accomplishments of 2010, and its only 11 hrs into the new year:

• I heard the first drunk quote of the year " Why Can't I Talk On My Phone In Twenty Ten, It's Twenty Ten Mutha Fu**er, and I Can Talk On My Damn Cell Phone If I Want" Credited to the drunk guy in the corner booth at IHOP.
• Had a little orange light indicator come on in my car.
• Got my ass merced by 12yr olds in Call Of Duty.
• and convince myself that sleep in not worth it.
  

I am laying in bed after a 12hr night shift, still have not gone to sleep. I am watching Mike Birbiglia's 'My Secret Public Journal'. As I said before it's 2010, and the last few years have been quite up and down. This year I know is gonna be way different. I sorta have this inner monologue running right now previewing the year to come. Think of the most enthusiastic and annoying announcer you have ever heard, and I think you'll be at the point I'm at.

Coming in 2010, Boos is back, this time he's serious. Watch as he kicks off the new year by rearranging his room, cleans the house and tries the convince himself he actually needs to get the H1N1 shot.

Not going to lie to you guys right now, that all sounded much more funny in my head. I don't think I have mastered the art of the comedy blog quite yet.I'm new to the whole blogging scene and I think I missed the boat by about ten years. That's okay though because it took 10 years for us to get a Boondock Saints sequel, pretty sure my mind is trying to say it takes time to get god things so stay tuned.
I am going to chock the randomness up to lack of sleep in the last 48hrs. So I am going to sign off and I'll get back to you later.
PEACE