I Got Doodies!

It may be no surprise to anyone, but I'm not a fan of using public restrooms, but let's face it, who is? However, the Mexicans that clean the office building where I work are good at what they do. It always smells nice in our restroom. Plus since I work evenings and they clean at 6 or so every night when I take my evening post - dinner dump, I get a freshly cleaned restroom to do my business. So to all of you hard working masters of the Custodial Arts, I salute you.

Another Great Show

OK, so recently I had a chance to see my brother's band play again. And once again I was impressed. It was an important show for them because it was at a venue that could help them out in the future and it was also the first show since their guitar player had a major health scare. So I was as happy to see them play as they were to actually play. By the way, the two opening acts weren't up to snuff and I was so drunk at that point that "allegedly" I was heckling the 2nd act. But I digress. This particular performance I saw the band in a way I hadn't seen recently. I was up front and center this time. Usually I'm in front of my brother. So as I panned left to right I noticed this. My brother has really come into his own and has started to create his own style or look. Image may be the word I'm looking for. He's got a quarterback play list wrist band with the set list written on it. And he combines that with a quasi-M. Shadows look calling off the songs. Next the singer "J" we'll call him really knows how to sing his lungs out! I had never noticed that intensity in him before. I'm sure it's been there, but I finally observed it in real life. Now, "N" the drummer is simply the best drummer I know, personally. He was on fire and it really was an inspiration to me. Not just as an observer, but as a fan of the band and being a fellow musician (of sorts) myself. Now the bass player "D" looked a lot different because he had to get a new job and "the man" made him shave his beard off. And he has always had a massive black beard. As a fan of facial hair I have always been a bit envious of his beard, so when he showed up looking like a child molester I was shocked! But, and this is a big BUT, I was able to see his face while he was playing. I've never noticed before, how much he gets into the whole vibe the band is putting out. The way his face twists and contorts while playing and singing along with "J" was something previously masked by the beard. It was refreshing and made me all that much more excited to be there. Next, and last, but not least, "K" the other guitar player, who had her triumphant return. That's right, I said HER return, was in the best form I had seen her in a while. She had sunglasses that matched my brother's and black hair that hung in her face that was reminiscent of Nikki Sixx circa 1994 and unless she was singing backing vocals she was expressionless. That created such a mystique in my mind that if I hadn't known any better, I may have thought it was a different person all together. My mind was blown, simply put. It was probably in the top 2 performances of theirs that I have seen. And I'd like to Thank them, whether they read this or not, I'm saying Thank You very much for keeping my drunken ass entertained on a Saturday night.

Does this bug you? When people pronounce the days of the week as if they were spelled with 'dee' at the end rather that 'day'? It bugs the shit out of me. "I'll see you on Mondee." Bullshit! "I will see you on MonDAY!" I don't know what this Mondee shit is. And it's nothing personal if you pronounce these words this way. Nothing personal at all. You just need to stop it. Seriously. I'm sure you wouldn't ask, "What dee of the week is it?" No, you'd say 'Day' just fine in that situation. So saying Monday or Friday shouldn't be that big of a problem. Didn't you learn anything in school? Huh? Aww Fuck You.

Have you seen this Sandra Lee on the fucking food network? She looks like a younger, hotter Marg Helgenberger form the original CSI: Crime Scene Investigation T.V. show. You know, the one on Thursday nights on CBS, just before the Mentalist. It sucks that I know all of this programming bullshit. But Sandra Lee, hmm. I call her Sandy. Not really I just saw her for the first time the other day. But she was hot. In fact, I have no idea what she was cooking, but if she asked me to eat it off her ass, I would have. And that's the end of my story.

A Story of Happiness and Heart Break

So back in college I met a girl who happened to have two of the same classes as I did. And this girl, or should I say young woman had a great body, a great personality and a fantastic rack! She and I went to high school in the same school district and kind of bonded over that. Naturally after a while I developed a bit of a crush on her. And she didn't seem to be too horrified by me, so I thought maybe I could muster some courage and ask her out or something. I mean, I never took notes in class, I'm not sure I even paid attention, I'd just sneak peeks of her ample knockers when I could. Oh and guys, she loved wearing tight sweaters. (wink wink) But once she missed class and I actually took notes that day because I knew she'd come to me when she got back. You see? I was thinking. Using my head for something other than growing hair out of. So anyways we were in class one day and I was scratching my arm and she noticed my tattoo. And she asks, "Cool, you have a tattoo? Can I see it?" I'm like "Well, heck yeah!" So I'm all proud of myself as I'm showing it to her. In my head I'm thinking "yes I'm in!" As she's checking it out she says, "My boyfriend just got one with a rose on it because that's my middle name". And that was it. All hopes and dreams (but not fantasies ha ha) were extinguished like a 13 year old's cigarette trying not to get caught by his parents. I don't even know what she said after that. I stopped listening. I knew her for like 2 months and she never mentioned a boyfriend. Where the fuck did he come from?! So yeah, I stopped listening. I was sending those boobies a fond farewell in my mind. And it's not like I was just trying to "bang" her or anything. I was genuinely interested in her as a total package. A sincere interest. But of course I wouldn't have minded if she beat the shit out of my face and head with those giant fucking titties!