i smell a pilgrimage...

well at least it isn't skunk...

studio 60...

so i received studio 60 in the mail on friday while i was home scratching at the drugs coursing through my veins. and i was excited as i could be while on a drug putting me on the verge of a coma... i decided on a marathon because i sure as hell can't drive like this and i must say - i do enjoy this show. they fuck with everyone and anyone - talk about politics, religion, reality television, all the basic taboos. and if you don't like it. screw you. Fuck - i'm sleepy. and itchy. and feeling a bit trapped in this damn place... grrr - in a matter of 4 minutes writing this post, i became cranky. fuck a duck.

what to do in haze of drugas...

i never knew...

codeine derivatives made you itch so damn much... but i sure love that i have slept more in the last 2 days than in the last month and a half. fun stuff. and i can breathe when i go outside too. so that rocks.

i should be in bed...

go here...

if you can tell me what this is selling...

i will eat my shoe. hell - i'll eat your shoe.

welcome to da UP- ay...

believe it or not - he actually put his arms out to come by me. and believe it or not - i took him. that was after a few (read dozen or so) drinks of course...

if you notice just one thing in this photo...

is it the lips in the top right corner?... what the fuck?

dammit! i want a drink...

ok - there is something completely wrong with the idea that during a 3 1/2 hour meal, i only drank 2 ketel one and seltzers. not by choice - mind you. but the waiter didn't seen all that concerned with the empty glasses on the table. what the fuck? there were 8 of us. we all put in $85 each for the bill and i only had 2 fucking drinks?!?! you did not earn your tip - ass. not at all.

but really the food was delicious and this time i tried scallops and crab cakes and bone in ribeye (oh wait - that i meant to have)... good stuff. look at me! one day i might even order the stuff i don't normally eat.

(the 2 drinks at the restaurant does not include the 2 martinis i had at mark and kevin (?steve?)'s house...)

still - i should be drunk. i spent enough dinero.

so i sit here...

watching Hillary's victory speech and it hits me. This is a time that will go into the history books. This is where we actually start seeing this country change. This is where we start becoming something else. Whether she wins or not. Whether Obama wins or not. We're making history. A woman has a real chance. A black man has a real chance.

Finally, we invented a car. We have something worth witnessing. And it's about time. Because if not now - when?

so i'm cleaning the house...

because i suppose that's what i do early sunday mornings and i have one of those star wars movies playing on the tv in the backround. (because - really - what the fuck else is on early in the morning...) i come into the living room and what do i see but the Wookie holding the disembodied head of a droid - presumably c3p0... i didn't stick around to figure it out. you can't make this shit up. well i can't - lucas can i guess...

It's the New Year...

so here you go - resolutions that i can keep.

1. In 2008, I vow not to get a dog.
2. Read a book or two or so.
3. Start referring to my weight in kilos. To be able to say I'm under 100 makes me feel good.
4. Go here every so often. (see the trick is not to put a number on it....i'm slick - i know.)
5. Visit my fib friends more now that I have an i-pass.
6. And continue to watch work out shows.

This year - i think i can stick to 'em!

Welcome to the 08 bitches!