Damn, It's Cold
I just got back from Florida about an hour ago, and there is definitely a difference between 72 degrees and 36 degrees. Back to the grindstone.Also just got off the phone with the Dr. It seems that now I may have unintentionally saddled myself with possible New Year's plans (but more on that overrated holiday later). And Stupid Me mentioned the blog by accident, and now he is begging for the address. Here's the thing about having a blog - it's great to have, it's a constructive outlet, but it launches all sorts of problems. For example, now when I talk to friends, they ask me how my trips went, or what Jerry Maguire is up to - without my having told them anything. Also, there is a great fear of mentioning people (and consequently talking shit), because I know you f*ckers are reading, and I can't talk shit about you when I know you're reading - that's just wrong. And then you have people like Dr. Rob, who try to find the blog, and you have to refuse to give them the address because it's like giving them license to read your diary. Dammit.
Another big fat dammit goes out to the fact that my neighbors are getting it on upstairs, as I am pretty sure that nothing else could account for the unusual, rhythmic wall pounding above me. It's so depressing. They do this every Tuesday. I hope for their sakes that they're getting it on more often than once a week...maybe on Fridays they do it at his place or something.
Personal shoutout to Flynn, our newest member of the community, who felt it necessary to comment on Randy. I'm not sure why I gave this colossal asshole such mention in the blog, and I'm not quite sure what made me think of the grit-loving, Kentucky-bred, millionaire mama's boy who snored like heavy machinery and laughed when I gave him flowers for Sweetest Day sophomore year. (I admit, I asked for it by sending a guy flowers, and I learned my lesson - will never, ever, ever do that again.) But there is something to be said for a guy who invites you to come down to Bourbon country for the town's annual pig roast, drives you around in a Beemer, and makes you stay up until the sun comes up and makes you a bowl of grits to keep you warm while you watch the beautiful Ohio sun rise. Or is there? On second thought, maybe not.
I digress...this post is really about nothing, sorry. I have a lot of things to say, but my mind is all over the place, and it's probably time for bed soon, so I'll do a quick post on movie reviews and then I'm out.
posted by KA @ 11:56 PM
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