Air Guitar Knows no Borders
Warren Ellis
Bob Saget: Why I Love Thanksgiving
When I drive past a house during the holidays, and I see the smoke billowing out of a fireplace, I know, that inside that house, on that kitchen table, there’s a turkey carcass, open-winged, open-legged, its body ripped apart and eaten by the entire family. If that turkey could talk, its last words would probably be, “I’ll see you all in hell!! And which one of you ate my hangy dangly thing that used to be my ass!!”
But thank God, turkeys can’t talk. They can only gobble. And they are a bird. A very nervous bird. You’d be nervous too if you knew that one day someone was going to cut off your head, and fill your butt cavity with stuffing. Although I know a few people that would welcome it. I can almost see them reading this right now, saying to themselves out loud, “You got that right!”
The holidays are about people. All people. Caring about the people in your life. Even though you may not see them anymore, talk to them anymore, have driven a wall between you and them that is irreparable… You know that one day… if you have enough money… they will come back to you. Unless they have what my dad used to call ‘integrity.’ If you had friends that are no longer your friends, perhaps it was the time to let them go. I’ve known people that only liked me for what money I had. I call those people, “Honey.”
Christopher Walken performs Lady Gaga’s Poker Face
My Birthday Registry--Scavenger Hunt
So the name to look up is:Tiana Punay
And the Password is: TP
PS I want the earrings
OMG. Just wait for it.
Painting, Work
So the plan was and is to repaint Tap so give it a new vibe. Hopefully it gets everybody into gear. So we started with the bathroom and it’s coming along fine. I have to do so many touch ups that its alomst disheartening. I’m so tired of people talking about how it looks like Delta Sierra. I didn’t go there, and nobody was there to help so shut up. Talk crap after you spend two days painting. It looks like a jail cell though. It needs a picture. Or a call bed, whatever works.
I have to work tomorrow and I really should go to bed. i’ve never done the eight to five before. Well I have but I was working like 3 jobs at a time. I have transferred to CTC. I jumped right into it on one of their busiest days of the year so I am officially initiated in my mind. I found out that one of my co-workers live in my complex. Thank God she’s not a stalker or anything lol. I will say that the one thing that weirds me out is that out of the peer advisors, I’m the oldest. I’ve never been the oldest. EVER. I’ve been having this “My God I’m old” feeling recently. I hate it.
I’m gonna stop now because I’m in a bad mood and so I feel really pessimistic.
Yesterday was a very odd day. First of all, it rained. Then, I won $50 from a scratcher, after Brett told me not to buy one there. Then on the way home I saw some kind of UFO thing. Randy came over and did a bit of hookah. Then there was some driving and it somehow turned into 3:30 in the morning. We bought donuts right when the shop opened so the glaze was still a little warm. Then that somehow turned into 6:30 and the sun was starting to rise. Anywho. I’m up now. I have an interview tomorrow. YAY!
This is a joke. Riiiight?
Better than no view at all.
