Last night I got a free drink from a male bartender for some unknown reason, and our male waiter at Silver Diner recognized my cologne, which spurred a 20 minute conversation regarding male and female scents. I suppose you had to be there, it was interesting.
So I went out last night, and the ‘people watching’ was abundant. What struck me was the sheer number of girls I wanted to punch. Mind you, I’m not a very violent person, but I am so damn sick and tired of all these girls that look the same. You know the ones I’m talking
You know, if Rachel Ray dropped like 5-10 pounds and got some implants, she’d be hot as shit. Actually, a new voice couldn’t hurt either, but seriously that is it!
Yes, that is Dance Dance Revolution and the million clones of it. Gerald hooked up his two floorpads Sunday night and it has been downhill from there. We’ve been having battles each night, but it seems my technique has gotten sloppy and I manage to crumple the pad mid-song. Subsequently, BJ has been beating me,
Russell Barnes passed away this week… The co-creator of the great song linked below, and good friend of my college roomate. It is truly sad that it takes something like this to sort of wake one up to the realities of life. Enjoy some of his genius: Vodka Slushies (mp3 with extremely lude lagnuage)
I’m currently posting from an unsecured wireless network inside a government building. On my way in, I also saw many people roll through security while setting off all of the buzzers and such.