August 1st will mark the beginning of the end for me on sg. A while back Nikkita bought me a 3 month gift account that I'm going to redeem but then that will be the end of things. I've enjoyed my spot here on this little slice of the intarwub, but for any number of reasons I'm going to have to pack it in. I'll miss... some of you.
In other news, it looks like I'll be having a Sarasota Friday this week. What's a Sarasota Friday? Do I wait for the cold, haggard hand of the reaper to shuffle me off this mortal coil while sipping vodka tonics fully dressed on a beach? No, I'm actually going to Sarasota on Friday. The purpose being to iron out some things for school and to see the Stranger's With Candy movie. I can't stay long thanks to work on Saturday but that's ok, Sarasota isn't really a place to be very long if you can avoid it. Unless NCF is in session, Sarasota is the place fun goes to die.
I hate to say it, this summer has been a disappointment. Granted the rest was most certainly needed after this last school year, and any blame for my lackluster time must be placed squarely on my shoulders, but seriously summer. Why'd you have to play me like this? All my adventures foiled, most my friends gone, romantic life as silly as ever, what the hell summer? Ah well, beats living on the southern Lebanese border.
At least now I have a job and though you might all laugh and roll your eyes if I told you where I was selling Fall Out Boy belts to 14 year olds, I have to say it's a pretty sweet gig. That is, at least for the moment. I work with cool, nice people, I get to listen to just about any music I want, the discount is ruuude, and there is no dress code. Sure, I don't know that much about music comparatively speaking, I mean I thought Atreyu was a character from the The Never Ending Story. Also, I still can't tell boot cut from skinny, but I'm learning. For example, I now sorta like Iggy Pop. Who knew?! And I can fold shirts now so they don't look completely bulgy and fucked up.
Well, I'm sensing the end of the average attention span. But before I go I've been thinking about the big issues of our world today, what with all the extra turmoil in the mideast, the ever deepening quagmire in Iraq, the threat of Global Warming, etc. Something has been on my mind for a while now and it is this: you know those BK Stacker commercials where they have midgets playing fast food gnomes (or elves or something)? One in particular has really been bothering me, the one where the fast food gnome foreman hits on the counter lady and she flicks him in to the back hoe or whatever that is. THAT FAST FOOD GNOME WAS IN SERIOUS PERIL THERE! What if he had been just a little lower when he hit that back hoe and had been impaled on those spike things?! Or what if his trajectory had been higher and he was sent in to the French fryer or out the drive through window huh?! He'd be dead, and all the other gnomes would go on a murderous, Lilliputian rampage. Also, why is Burger King casting midgets to play fast food gnomes? We get it, they're small, the giant beef patties were indication enough. You realize there was a writers meeting where they specifically decided on midgets right?
Christ do I hate this place Ugh oh god too early for pants
In other news, it looks like I'll be having a Sarasota Friday this week. What's a Sarasota Friday? Do I wait for the cold, haggard hand of the reaper to shuffle me off this mortal coil while sipping vodka tonics fully dressed on a beach? No, I'm actually going to Sarasota on Friday. The purpose being to iron out some things for school and to see the Stranger's With Candy movie. I can't stay long thanks to work on Saturday but that's ok, Sarasota isn't really a place to be very long if you can avoid it. Unless NCF is in session, Sarasota is the place fun goes to die.
I hate to say it, this summer has been a disappointment. Granted the rest was most certainly needed after this last school year, and any blame for my lackluster time must be placed squarely on my shoulders, but seriously summer. Why'd you have to play me like this? All my adventures foiled, most my friends gone, romantic life as silly as ever, what the hell summer? Ah well, beats living on the southern Lebanese border.
At least now I have a job and though you might all laugh and roll your eyes if I told you where I was selling Fall Out Boy belts to 14 year olds, I have to say it's a pretty sweet gig. That is, at least for the moment. I work with cool, nice people, I get to listen to just about any music I want, the discount is ruuude, and there is no dress code. Sure, I don't know that much about music comparatively speaking, I mean I thought Atreyu was a character from the The Never Ending Story. Also, I still can't tell boot cut from skinny, but I'm learning. For example, I now sorta like Iggy Pop. Who knew?! And I can fold shirts now so they don't look completely bulgy and fucked up.
Well, I'm sensing the end of the average attention span. But before I go I've been thinking about the big issues of our world today, what with all the extra turmoil in the mideast, the ever deepening quagmire in Iraq, the threat of Global Warming, etc. Something has been on my mind for a while now and it is this: you know those BK Stacker commercials where they have midgets playing fast food gnomes (or elves or something)? One in particular has really been bothering me, the one where the fast food gnome foreman hits on the counter lady and she flicks him in to the back hoe or whatever that is. THAT FAST FOOD GNOME WAS IN SERIOUS PERIL THERE! What if he had been just a little lower when he hit that back hoe and had been impaled on those spike things?! Or what if his trajectory had been higher and he was sent in to the French fryer or out the drive through window huh?! He'd be dead, and all the other gnomes would go on a murderous, Lilliputian rampage. Also, why is Burger King casting midgets to play fast food gnomes? We get it, they're small, the giant beef patties were indication enough. You realize there was a writers meeting where they specifically decided on midgets right?
Christ do I hate this place Ugh oh god too early for pants
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"Ned Arnel Mencia (born October 22, 1967), better known by the stage name Carlos Mencia, is an American comedian, writer, and actor. His father, Roberto Holness, is from Honduras, his mother, Magdelana Mencia is from Mexico."