Blow Dryer

When my dog and I were both young I would purposely piss him off by blowing the blow dryer in his face and he would snap at the air. This shit made me luagh hysterically and he would, despite the snapping, look as though he enjoyed himself too.

I no longer find this funny seeing as that's the best way I can describe my entire day at work. Started off hot, then continued to be hot, and finally the wind picked up and it was hot hot wind blowing in my grill all day.

I will never fuck with dear Luther again.

Suck Some Dack

There is surely no better quote to describe this rdiculous weather than that from Pootie Tang, "Yeah, and it's hot too"
Un-fucking-believable how muggy and all around engulfing it has been. The still, humid, insect thick air reminds me ominously of Britt and I's trip to Houston Texas. You know its warm when the heat reminds you of Texas.

You also know its warm when your too warm for comfort at 6am.

Work has been the same old in the last week and however long since I last graced the digital world. Mow all day bitches.

Today my dad suggested I start throwing applications to the city as a mower of those odd areas that you would never know actually got mowed (such as freeways, by overpasses, middle of fields, etc...) a good suggestion in my mind and one I think I just may try out. Now that I have serious experience in the field, it would theoretically be much easier to get a job there. Once said job was landed the perks would be astronomical.
- humane hours
- working for city = $20/hr
- weekends off
- work by yourself all day

Yeah, this shit seems like a good option. I just hope they respond. I hate job hunting even if I have a job already.

The last two nights I have been seen in Silverspring at the young master Barrett's house playing street hockey with him and his boys. It definitely felt fantastic to strap on the old goalie pads again and have balls fired at me. I lurv goalie. Those dudes are hilarious to watch play sports as well. Each and every one sustains an injury of some sort and just shakes it off. I prefer the quiet life of my net-minding to be honest.
Last night was so god damn muggy and hot that I had the meanest chest and back sweat stain I have ever seen. I truly looked like a movie character that had just run for his/her life from some threat that chased them a billion miles into a corner. It was fun.

Long weekend this weekend. For people with normal jobs that is. I work sat/sat mornings so I wont be going out at all those nights.. ugh. Oh well. Brittney and I going to Tusq for dinner tomorrow which I am now extremely excited for seeing that they have "Blackened Swordfish" on the menu.

I'll take that combo super sized with a coke.

Rain and Beer Pong

Super duper week at work. God damn mowing all day and thoroughly enjoying it. Lowering the decks to carve brand new streaks of freshly cut grass into the areas around the green. Mmm mmm.

Life is just better when you like your job

Friday was even better than usual because I was excused a couple of hours early to go play in the Wardrop golf tourney. Something I have been looking forward to for a long, long time since we had such a blast last year.
Johnny and I ran all over town doing errands and picking up last minute supplies for the day of golf ahead.
When we finally arrived and got out onto the course (I'll spare the details) it down poured. Unreal.

I'm not going talk about how sad I was. Partially because I couldn't put it into type. Johnny and I decided that the best course of action to heal our freshly opened wounds would be to go and change into some dry garments and go to his apartment with Mcdonalds and drink. When we arrived we found that Chester had a hookah bong out, super awesome bonus.

Shaun of the Dead was also watched......... +1

After a sick hookah session at Johnny's while drinking beers James came to pick us up because he was in the neighborhood from picking up the keg for Sportlin's.

And off we went.

Cortlin's started really reeeeaallllyy slow. But we had beer so how do you complain? But it picked up, logically, as more people showed up and eventually we had a rather charming social event on our hands.

Oh and James and I decided to beat everyone who has ever lived in beer pong. Suck my dick.

Work tomorrow :(

Fuck Hockey

There is nothing wrong with this hit other than a 1 second delay, get over it.
I fucking hate everyone

4 Game suspension my ass.

Hello World

HEY!

LISTEN!

HEY!

Been a fucking while. To be honest I'm attributing 90% of my laziness to the whole mundane existence that seems to be my life as of late.

Wake up.

Brush teeth.

Pull on 325352 layers of clothes.

Go to work.

Come home.

Nap.

Do nothing for a solid 5 hours,

Sleep. Rinse and repeat.

Its brutal to be honest. I feel like all of the life has been sucked from me because when i DO get home all i wish to do is sit at my desk and play video games or watch tv until I fall asleep.

I need a break.

Also i have been working for 10 days straight (save for a day off because of my foot laceration, more on that later) and so the constant stream of crap doesn't help at all. But alas, I chose the job.

So saturday afternoon while preparing to go to Schmailey's rugby game with Johnny I decided to run up to my room and grab my laptop to check where the location of said game was. Turning around quickly to dart out of my room back to the living room I felt a bump on my foot. I thought for a moment I had hit it against my computer chair, but no. I look down and see my crumbled glass sculpture in the place where my foot had just grazed, the place where I sat my sculpture down when it had given out under the misplaced weight the very same morning.

Looking at my foot I saw inside of my flesh and then the volcano of blood erupted. I whipped off my sock and while screaming every curse word I could think of I watched the red ooze drip onto the carpet.
Of course my mom's only reaction was, "GET OFF THE CARPET!!!"

No worries fucker, just bleeding out here...

So long story short I made my way to the bathroom and bled all over everything in reach until my mom aided me in patching myself up. Now I still have a sore, large cute on my foot and a little jab of pain when I walk, though it is improving.

Thats all thats new here really. Oh! I played LA Noire and thoroughly enjoyed it, even though I still need to finish parts of it. I'll write something pretty up about that tomorrow perhaps.

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