at 50 years old, i do not want to find myself bagging groceries in marlborough massachusetts. i also do not want to have a humongous growth on the back of my neck the size of a soccer ball. that guy does not have it made.

co-op has made me realize more and more that most people are just as, if not more, lazy than myself. for example, today there is a meeting scheduled for 1:30. because lunch generally ends around 1, and nothing can be accomplished in 30 minutes, that time is wasted at the computer writing blog entries and buying things on eBay. laziness rules.

ive heard a lot recently about 'The Passion of Christ', directed by Mel Gibson (assisted by God). i read a review that tore apart the movie and defended earlier statements that basically said that Mel Gibson is a nazi, the film is anti-semetic, blah blah blah. while i havent seen the movie and cant comment on its content, claiming god helped you direct seems a bit egotistical. mr gibson has faced a seemingly unending string of angry people grilling him about his movie and i think its only fair to step back and tell those idiots to shut up. evidently the movie makes pontious pilate look like a decent human being, and the jews like assholes. i dont care how gibson made pilate look, nor that he kept in a line where the jews admit they were wrong, and i especially dont care whether that reflects the actual events. its a movie idiots, subject to creative licenses and what not. and as to its anti-semetic nature, i can only point to the unending list of movies that make catholics look like dicks (or homosexuals/perverts): Stigmata, The Order, Priest, Primal Fear Waking the Dead, Dogma, and 40 Days and 40 Nights to name only a few. so lets see, 1 anti-jew movie, and countless anti-catholic ones. so shut up.

now a solid 3 weeks into my mustache bet i have a very nice looking piece of growth above my mouth. no way does it make me look sleazy or stupid. i scored a major victory this weekend however when neils girlfriend refused to have sex with him till he shaved his off. advantage: me.

so far spring break has been absolutely blissful. on monday and tuesday i went to this resort and had a great time. ive been going there for about a month and i love it. i dont get to be outside, drink, or have fun, but i do get to work. usually, they like me to show up around 8 and i finish up at 430. i cant wait to keep going to my fun vacation wonderland 5 days a week until july.

youngins these days

whats the deal with yawning? i was in a car yesterday, yawned, and saw a lady in a car 2 lanes away yawning. perhaps yawning is some kind of super power ability to force others to do what you want. to determine if that is the case, i will be spending the remainder of the day honing my telepathic, and telekinetic abilities. plus i can jump real high.

kinlin and eric. because you do nothing at work all day long, and share my passion for the family guy: waste some time here

this saturday my pseudo hippy ex-boss is playing at copperfields. all non-homosexuals must attend.

ah yes, montreal. names (except for mine) will be changed/purposefully omitted to protect the "guilty". what a good time. i do believe that i saw atleast one of the hottest girls ive ever seen, probably about 4. absolutely flawless. its hard to put into text all of the nonsense that went on, i guess ill try though. after spending hundreds of dollars (me anyway) at the casino, we decided to go to a strip club saturday afternoon. what better than sitting down and seeing some tits. after watching a lil while i purchased a contact dance for my friend. seeing the grin on his face, i decided that i would get one for myself. very enlightening. as the previous entry plainly states, i know what fake tits feel like now. most of us enjoyed contact dances, and a couple of us (me and others) got the combo dance. i cant remember what it was really called, but two of us, could pick two girls, and .... you know. the two girls i was able to experience were absolutely amazing. plus they were sisters. and the younger one spoke like 2 words of english, so they would be talking in french virtually the whole time. breathtaking. i know youre probably saying to yourself, "yeah, sure they were sisters". but they were. you could tell. now stop contradicting me. the best quote afterward (paraphrased) ... "she said she liked my cologne, but i think she really liked me". no she did not. no she did not. but who cares.

i know what fake boobs feel like.