My first tax season in an accounting office. Good times.
Our lameass neighbors moved out, making my week. List of things I hated about them:
1. Douchebag smoked constantly on their porch (which is adjoined to ours).
2. While smoking, douchebag constantly talked. Loudly.
3. They had a baby, which always was crying. Yes, I realize that this is what babies do- and it’s one of the many reasons I don’t want/have/like babies.
4. Douchebag was a budding artist. In fact, I love art, and would generally encourage anyone to take up artistic endeavors. However, Douchbag’s art not only contributed to numbers 1 and 2 above (and possibly 3 as well), not to mention it was terrible, and a little creepy to look at. A particular self-and-baby portrait, replete with a Gap-logoed baseball cap comes to mind.
So The Police are reuniting at the Grammys tonite.
Everyone knows Sting became a total pussy at the end of his tenure with the band…
so will he remain a pussy, or be redeemed?
-I was hit in the face by a guitar.
-I got in a fight with Isaiah Washington defending TR Knight’s honor.
-The Cloud Mafia had a particularly intense rumble up in Paso.
-I was hit in the face twice by penises.
More to come as I think of inappropriate lies.
So, not much going on lately. I’ve been rolling solo a lot, seeing as Dawn’s been in Florida for a while.
I went on a solo snowboarding mission today, and it was beautiful and uncrowded. See?
I didnt have to share a chair with another soul, and there was like 3″ of fresh snow from the night before.
However, I did get cut down by a rogue quarterpipe. Considering that whilst I was airborne, I had time to think “Hmmm, I’m a little too high, this could end poorly…” before my face landed upon said quarterpipe’s deck, I must have gotten some impressive height. A slight black eye and various facial cuts ensued. Evidence:
And I guess that’s it.