Love the life you Live!
Everybody has that one pair of socks that always fall down or that undershirt that has shrunk from ten thousand washes. Well today, because I’m way behind on my sock/underwear laundry. I’m wearing the bottom of the drawers. Uncomfortable boxers, undershirt, socks, and somehow I think my jeans have shrunk too. Lengthwise (not the waist, wiseass)
It’s going to be a long day.
This description of his dream is pretty funny and surprisingly similar to dreams I have had. But I never seem to get Celebrity guest stars in mine, I must not have the budget.
Stupid basic cable dreams.
the Sansa e260 that I’ve been using has recently bit the dust with a very inconvenient “blue ring of death” and my old Ipod had an unfortunate accident while snowboarding (more on that later) So I’m without any music on the Metro, which hasn’t been a problem. until today, when I met “loud obnoxious music guy” while stuck on the orange line for an hour and a half. After listening to other passengers confront him and hearing his douchy “It’s a free country” response I decided to try out the restrained “Mark-hulk” approach… and that slowly deteriorated into “im just going to stare a hole through your head until YOU punch me so I can literally throw you off the train” but alas… that didn’t happen. And I decided to take myself out of that situation and get on the next train. But it’s about time that I get my headphones back… for the saftey of the (douchbags) public.
I’m trying to restrain the 6’5″ sleep deprived Mark-Hulk, but it’s getting harder DC…
(this blog cannot be used against me in a court of law.)
I don’t like arguing with women in general, but with Laurel it’s like going to the dentist… on fire… and then being attacked by ninjas… who are also on fire. Most women are good at pushing our buttons while we are at our angriest. I think Laurel takes this to the next level. I have never been more confused in my life then when I’m having an argument with her. Most of the times I forget why the argument started and just give up… or I apologize, for what I’m not really sure, but at this point I’m pretty sure I’m wrong about something.
Sometimes we have arguments where even in the beginning she’s not sure why she’s mad at me, but somehow three hours later, my brain is melted.
My theroy is this, I didn’t write many papers in college, I think the longest one was about 15 pages. I remember nothing from that paper, even what it was about, but I do remember the incredible level of stress that I had while writing it… and it took me weeks. Laurel can crank out a 15 page paper in 2 days. I’m not talking about 2 days of solid writing, I’m saying on the morning of day one she will start by PICKING A TOPIC and by the night of day 2 she will be done proofreading the paper… and she will get an A… in a masters program. How am I supposed to go up against someone like that??? I have a degree in ART!
It’s like playing one-on-one with LeBron James, I may heave up a lucky bucket once in a while but most of the time he’s going to walk on my face while throwing down a reverse windmill slam.
She’s like the terminator of arguments. In a world where women have this ultimate weapon, Men, we are never going to win.
by the way,
I’m Sorry.
Bachelor Multitasking – I can throw a semi-clean shirt in the general direction of my room with one hand without spilling the full bowl of cereal that I’m carrying in my left hand.
Catch of the Day
Sometimes its embarrassing when I see how much garbage is just floating around my neighborhood and I live in a pretty expensive place. (not my house per say, but others) But that’s nothing compared to the trash that accumulates on our beaches. I don’t know the solution, but I’m pretty sure its time to stop using the ocean as a toilet and garbage disposal. These are a series of ads from the Surfrider Foundation that really get the message home.
via osocio.org