I almost called you from my brother's apartment when I picked up Zoe b/c Selena told me that someone IMed her and said that Fred Durst died. And my response you ask?!? "Did he die from being a douche?"
Friday, June 30, 2006
Stolen myspace Comment
This made me laugh...HARDCORE:
Monday, June 26, 2006
Not So Weekend..
Truck isn't the only one who can sum up her weekend on her blog. I will refrain from doing it in the third person, because that is Vallario ridiculous.
FRIDAY: Did a hot ass radio show. Got my Best DJ plaque. Worked until 10:30. Drank a lot of beer and played Table Tennis on J-Mo's new X-Box 360 until 4:30 in the morning. That game is addictive. I don't know why.
SATURDAY: Woke up hella early for no good reason. Realized by gaming thumb was red and sore. Couldn't use the TV remote with it, so I went lefty. There is something unholy about that. Worked at until 7:30 and met up with the Crue (aka Matt, 3000, J-Mo, and J-Biz). J-Biz rarely goes out drinking in Rally, but when he does we always go to the exact same Irish bar. I gave him a guarantee that we would not go there this time. Then, this girl wanted to meet up with J-Mo and she was all (yeah I did that), "We are at the Irish bar J-Biz doesn't want to go to. Come meet us." I stuck close to my guns and we went to Bates Battaglia's bar. There are always plenty of hot and/or skanky girls there, so it won. One drink turned into two. And two turned in to too many. All I know is, I stayed up waaaaay too late again. I was out of popcorn and I never made it to the bible reading I was supposed to do.
SUNDAY: Woke up early for no good reason , again. Got a phone call from Rev. Fotopolis wondering why I missed bible reading. I told him, I was worshiping Shiva now and hung up him. I made the couch my home and watch soccer all day. Best part about the World Cup? No more filthy Dutchmen in it. Thanks Portugal! Went to work, thus marking my 24th straight day of work with out a day off. God, do I love being American or what. Fucking Europeans get like 3 months off a year! Got off of work and caught The Venture Brothers season premiere. It was awesome. Fell asleep during the credits and dreamed about blogging this.
FRIDAY: Did a hot ass radio show. Got my Best DJ plaque. Worked until 10:30. Drank a lot of beer and played Table Tennis on J-Mo's new X-Box 360 until 4:30 in the morning. That game is addictive. I don't know why.
SATURDAY: Woke up hella early for no good reason. Realized by gaming thumb was red and sore. Couldn't use the TV remote with it, so I went lefty. There is something unholy about that. Worked at until 7:30 and met up with the Crue (aka Matt, 3000, J-Mo, and J-Biz). J-Biz rarely goes out drinking in Rally, but when he does we always go to the exact same Irish bar. I gave him a guarantee that we would not go there this time. Then, this girl wanted to meet up with J-Mo and she was all (yeah I did that), "We are at the Irish bar J-Biz doesn't want to go to. Come meet us." I stuck close to my guns and we went to Bates Battaglia's bar. There are always plenty of hot and/or skanky girls there, so it won. One drink turned into two. And two turned in to too many. All I know is, I stayed up waaaaay too late again. I was out of popcorn and I never made it to the bible reading I was supposed to do.
SUNDAY: Woke up early for no good reason , again. Got a phone call from Rev. Fotopolis wondering why I missed bible reading. I told him, I was worshiping Shiva now and hung up him. I made the couch my home and watch soccer all day. Best part about the World Cup? No more filthy Dutchmen in it. Thanks Portugal! Went to work, thus marking my 24th straight day of work with out a day off. God, do I love being American or what. Fucking Europeans get like 3 months off a year! Got off of work and caught The Venture Brothers season premiere. It was awesome. Fell asleep during the credits and dreamed about blogging this.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Scientology Works!
David Feherty, an recovering alcoholic golf analyst who is also being treated for depression, had this to say about the ethos that is Dianetics:
Tom Cruise says there's no such thing as depression, that you can get better with physical exercise. Well, he's right-beating the shit out of Tom Cruise would be physical all right, and it would cheer me up.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
I am all that is MAN!
The readers have spoken! And they said that Rochester is the best fucking DJ in the Triangle. Thanks to all who voted. Thanks to all those who voted twice (Mom). I am so high off of this right now. This is way better than the sticky-icky (Truck). This too awesome!
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