i wont buy anything without a hemi

i have soooooo checked out. not only do i show up late and hungover, but ive been leaving several hours early. i am cool.

highschool nicknames that crack me up still:

Manranda
The Big 3:
-Gaychel
-Gaydrienne
-Jeffica

how good would a slip-and-slide be right now?

i am currently working on a screenplay for the tv miniseries: "Carmen Sandiego, Where the Fuck is She?"

i thoroughly enjoyed the new kanye song about the diamonds. good song, good beat, good lyrics, good message. not that good a video. it would have been fine, except that in all his rantings of how bad it is to buy conflict diamonds, whenever it is mentioned ... the wrong people are shown buying diamonds. the video makes use of several shots of old white guys in suits (read: the man) buying diamonds. this made me very, very angry. first of all, i dont own a single diamond. no gold, no chains, no rings, no medallions, no platinum, none of it. so fuck you kanye. are there old white dudes with diamonds, yes. HOWEVER, if you contrasted the amount of old white dudes on tv, promoting their (cough) bling, with the number of young black guys, it wouldnt even be close. but im sure that lil jon checked to make sure no conflict diamonds were used on his $75,000 medallion with the word Niggaz on it. furthermore, and i let this slide after listening to your first album: there is no reason to feel self-concious because of anything i do, so shut up about it. also, i have nothing to do with whether you, or really anyone else, stays in college or not. and i dont get paid from "all a dat". or "any a dat".

does anyone else see the lack of parity here? what would happen if there were say, a White Starz, or WET (White Entertainment Television)? how about every single martin lawrence or chris rock movie? if any, and i mean any, of the jokes that are made about white guys went the other way there would be mayhem. al sharpton and don king would be cramming all kinds of shit down our throats. cause its not like theyre making sweeping generalizations about an entire race and publicly showing that race in a bad light, right? if i recall correctly, thats pretty close to the definition of racism, so they should be careful if thats what theyre doing.

one more thing, slavery ended 140 years ago, and my family wasnt in this country then, didnt have slaves, and i am thereby absolved of any bullshit involved with said conflict.

so there.

the feeling at work today is .... uncomfortable. i feel like friday should have been my last day. osi confirmed my feeling. its like we have overstayed our welcome. something very strange. plus i wanna get out of here. im out of work, and all that remains are the 3 days worth of goodbyes, and business card-collecting.

going home this weekend. should be interesting. im still planning on shooting guns with luke, and hanging out with my brothers.

ps. happy fathers day, dave.

i love the redsox.

st.louis: lemme know what you hear about those tickets. im looking as well ...
dooling: dont worry ... ill keep you updated.
chris: youre dumb.

some tough ones.

1. What happens when we die?
2. If God exists, and is all-powerful, why does he allow evil to exist in the world?
3. If God didn't create the universe, where did it come from?

ive also been contemplating the concept of nothingness. it is difficult to do.

UncleHankIV: the oven's busted, so i microwaved some spaghetti/pasta shit and it looks like meatloaf
Whitetrashkateer: hahaha
UncleHankIV: brainy meatloaf

the following actions have resulted in a painful hole in my hand:

getting embarrassed at the batting cages wiffing at nearly all 16, 65 mph pitches
struggling with a drum wrench to close a 55 gallon drum full of acid copper.
soaking my hands in sulfuric acid, then spraying caustic (NaOH i think) all over myself

i was also able to cleverly get some copper sulfate under my fingernails. later in the day i dunked my arm into a tank of nitric acid to retrieve something i dropped in. when i pulled my arm out, the copper was reacting with the nitric acid and the burning pain and lung wrenching gases that evolved from under my fingernails was easily and by far the most pain i have ever felt.

that said, it was a pretty good day.

today, we have the company bbq which is delicious (ok, not really) and free. the aa at the end of the hall, Dee, looked absolutely stunning. i have recently confirmed that she has a daughter of 15 .... in a couple of years, when its legal, that will be the best thing ever. just imagine. i will likely spend much of the day imagining it. and when i get home ill imagine it some more. then ill stop.

im about a quarter through The Fountainhead. its good. Rourke is sorta the man.

im having my performance review later today. im not worried. perhaps an update later on how that goes.

fucking a-rod broke my streak yesterday. so far ive had 3 four game streaks. none further. i think its clear that the streak has beaten me.

an aquaintance (sp) of mine is looking to purchase some property down lovejoy brook road, and i believe is going to look at it soon. you remember lovejoy brook road, dont you angela?

remember Ben Lovejoy? we used to call him ben loves-boys. pretty clever for 5th grade. he was playing hockey at bc but now i think he plays for dartmouth. not surprising since his dad is king-shit dartmouth guy.

i took a personality test yesterday. result: Guardian. im so lucky because if they hadnt used a 15 question survey to divide the entire population into 4 personality groups i wouldnt know my place in the world.

some quotes from Page 2.

"I've taken a lot of crap from a lot of people. Probably more than anybody in the history of this sport. I know Hank [Aaron] and Jackie [Robinson] took a good deal of crap, but I guarantee it wasn't for six years. I just keep thinking: How much am I supposed to take?"
-- John Rocker

"I've had to overcome a lot of diversity."
-- Drew Gooden discussing his NBA career

"I'm just gonna go up there and give 110%. That's all you can give."
-- Brad getting ready for his challenge in MTV's "Inferno II."

"I hate him. Everybody says I'm supposed to be polite when I talk to you all, but I hate him. He talks too much, he doesn't make sense, he's fat, he's sloppy, he acts like he's the best thing since sliced bread. He's ugly, he stinks, his mouth stinks, his breath stinks, and basically his soul stinks, too. Not too many people have personalities like that and survive in life. I don't know how he does it."
-- Panthers DT Kris Jenkins on Warren Sapp

"I'm always trying to see what the joke is, so I miss the play that's called and I've got to ask a teammate."
-- Joe Johnson on the Phoenix's gorilla mascot

"It moisturizes my situation and maintains my sexy."
-- P. Diddy in an infomercial for Proactiv skin care

on erics and kinlins blog, there is a link at the top: "Next Blog". i assumed that it would take me to a random blog. i think it did. here it is. not a lot of content, but they really hammer that message in. anyone know where i can get a hyundai? the next one i looked at was all in arabic. i dont read arabic that well but i think i got the gist of it: I AM A TERRORIST. I WILL DESTROY ALL THE INFIDEL AMERICANS. probably something like that.

ps. boop boop, bellybutton.

"... if you're appearing on a radio or television show in which you have to express an opinion in a short amount of time, there's inherent pressure to make that opinion as strong as possible". -Bill Simmons

this statement is so simple and true, im ashamed for not having thought of it already. good one bill.

ps. did anyone see the "look-alike" Weakest Link episode yesterday. pretty good.

pps. Merv Griffin is a god.

i just did something totally crazy. comments are now listed oldest on top, instead of vice versa. dont be scared.

started reading "The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand. i only write this post so i can know how long it took me to read. curiosity you see. sorry for wasting your time.

the fan cooling my face blows with air heated in the center of the sun. thats where its the hottest. on a related note, the 3rd floor of 1472 Tremont St. shall be now be known as "i-wanna-end-myself-hot-floor-of-horrible-terrors-and-murderous-temperature".

for basically my entire co-op ive been sciencing up numbers for a report. the report was turned in a couple weeks ago now. ive mentioned this. evidently, we found something out, because i, nor my boss or the vast majority of co-workers, has the security clearance to see the report. check this out, not only can we not look at, but they went into our computers and deleted (or moved atleast) everything that had to do with it.

michael jackson is not-guilty. i guess. where were you when you heard? ill tell you where i was. enjoying the sweetness of osi's ac on the pike into boston. so he was found not guilty on 10 counts. the good part of the story is that we switched to another station as soon as they were done reading the verdict and the song playing was "Smooth Criminal" by Michael Jackson.