so in my quest to utilize this place as a way to pass the time between work shifts in oakland, i have realized that i have put myself into an unfamiliar subculture with all sorts of little rules and manorisms. naturally, i didnt really stop to examine any of this before i got on here, and by the standards and practices adopted by this joint, i must seem like a bull in a china shop or something. so heres the deal. im not a creep. im just a drinker with a writing problem looking for other assholes to drink/talk shit with. you can ask Annabelle. shes in love with me or something.

ever notice how the best music on mtv/mtv2 gets played on either jackass or wildboyz? aint that a bitch.

its so awesome not having a mullet anymore. ive been forced to wear a mesh pantera hat to deal with my unruly hair. im not normally a hat guy, and mesh hats are cool if youre into raised trucks and avenged sevenfold, so needless to say im glad i am back to my normal, shorn self.

weird...i have to get up like six hours and im totally wired. i cant wait til im back at my house in SF. this guest room is sweltering and getting up at 6 45am is fucking retarded.

another slow day at the office. it was so slow that i spent twenty minutes making guinea pig sized anal beads out of twine. the rest of the time was spent playing texas hold em on my phone. i finally got my mop cut. ill post a pic tomorrow because it has that "freshly shorn" look right now. i need to work with it a little too.

saturday...social drinking at the pad. however, im willing to bet a lot of you hot shots on here will be doing that whole prom thing. to each their own.

sunday...free a's/yankees tickets. i dont really give a fuck about either team, but free baseball is free baseball. after rolling the giants game on monday, im hooked. hopefully on sunday i wont be sitting behind one of those dudes who feels like he has to coach whatever team hes rooting for via the stands. major league baseball teams pay their coaches, managers, and trainers millions of dollars. most of these people have been involved with baseball for years and years. they dont need don from the sales department screaming "base hit!" or "turn two! turn two!" from the second mezzanine. they cant even hear you. i can appreciate a good heckle, but "sacrifice bunt!" or "two outs! run on anything!"? get the fuck out of here.

so im watching howard stern interview the dude that banged out paula abdul. i cant believe its legit. dudes so modest about hitting up one of the most well known female pop stars in our day. she doesnt mean much to me, but a lot of motherfuckers watch american idol. ill bet paula abdul was losing her fucking mind as she watched this.

today at work, one of my co-workers was wearing more cool water cologne than the entire male population of my high school wore the entire time i went there. i swear if i lit a match near this dude, he would have gone up in flames.

i also found out that my grandpa used to smoke weed. too bad he doesnt now. speaking of which, i need to get my plane ticket for my grandmas memorial service. thats going to be an uplifting afternoon. christ. i need a drink.