The countdown to St. Patrick’s begins!
I’m heading off to Denver to meet up with the parentals and cousins for what will undoubtedly be a drunken-good time. I’ll get in late on Thursday night, drink heavily all day Friday, sober up on Saturday and return to L.A. on Sunday. It’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it.
I just wish PERHAPSEVIL could come along...
It’s times like these that, despite all my wining, I really do appreciate my job. I think I’d go crazy if I wasn’t able take off on a whim. It’s one of the few benefits of being taken advantage of: I get paid shit for work that otherwise cost the boss an arm and a leg. The trade off is I get a lot of leeway; I don’t dress up for work, am usually late, take way too many two hour lunches.
Anyway, me and the P.E. went to Disneyland on Sunday with the aim of taking in Pirates of the Caribbean one last time before they bastardize it with audio animatronic Johnny Depps. Naturally Murphy’s Law was in effect and the ride was already shut down to make way for the “improvements.”
Needless to say, I’m not thrilled with the idea. Besides the fact that I really didn’t like the movie, I just… Well, some people go to the beach or mountains to escape; I go on Pirates and the Haunted Mansion. It’s my happy place where I don’t have to see dumb-ass celebrities staring back from every TV set and magazine cover. I really don’t want to see Johnny Depp in my happy place.
Anyway, I guess I should just be happy that the Haunted Mansion movie bombed. Otherwise they would have stuck a robot Eddie Murphy in there.
Let’s see… What else can I complain about?
Oh yes! I found a kick-ass Batman T-shirt at Urban Outfitters the other day – a 70’s style advert for a toy Batarang! Problem was it only came in effete man-girl sizes. Even the XL would have left my bellybutton exposed to the world. What is with that??? The czars of fashion are no longer content to drive just women to eating disorders? Could they at least make tall sizes more readily available???
Fuckers…
Which reminds me… all the low cut jeans that you girls have been wearing lately; the ones that expose the cracks of your asses every time you sit down or stand up? At first they were great; who doesn’t like a little ass wink from a cute girl? But it’s become far too common place. Everywhere I go now I’m seeing ass crack. The thrill is gone. We need to take a step back lest we forever lose the joy of the occasional random booty expos.
I’m heading off to Denver to meet up with the parentals and cousins for what will undoubtedly be a drunken-good time. I’ll get in late on Thursday night, drink heavily all day Friday, sober up on Saturday and return to L.A. on Sunday. It’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it.
I just wish PERHAPSEVIL could come along...
It’s times like these that, despite all my wining, I really do appreciate my job. I think I’d go crazy if I wasn’t able take off on a whim. It’s one of the few benefits of being taken advantage of: I get paid shit for work that otherwise cost the boss an arm and a leg. The trade off is I get a lot of leeway; I don’t dress up for work, am usually late, take way too many two hour lunches.
Anyway, me and the P.E. went to Disneyland on Sunday with the aim of taking in Pirates of the Caribbean one last time before they bastardize it with audio animatronic Johnny Depps. Naturally Murphy’s Law was in effect and the ride was already shut down to make way for the “improvements.”
Needless to say, I’m not thrilled with the idea. Besides the fact that I really didn’t like the movie, I just… Well, some people go to the beach or mountains to escape; I go on Pirates and the Haunted Mansion. It’s my happy place where I don’t have to see dumb-ass celebrities staring back from every TV set and magazine cover. I really don’t want to see Johnny Depp in my happy place.
Anyway, I guess I should just be happy that the Haunted Mansion movie bombed. Otherwise they would have stuck a robot Eddie Murphy in there.
Let’s see… What else can I complain about?
Oh yes! I found a kick-ass Batman T-shirt at Urban Outfitters the other day – a 70’s style advert for a toy Batarang! Problem was it only came in effete man-girl sizes. Even the XL would have left my bellybutton exposed to the world. What is with that??? The czars of fashion are no longer content to drive just women to eating disorders? Could they at least make tall sizes more readily available???
Fuckers…
Which reminds me… all the low cut jeans that you girls have been wearing lately; the ones that expose the cracks of your asses every time you sit down or stand up? At first they were great; who doesn’t like a little ass wink from a cute girl? But it’s become far too common place. Everywhere I go now I’m seeing ass crack. The thrill is gone. We need to take a step back lest we forever lose the joy of the occasional random booty expos.