Just called my mom to let her know I won’t be home for Thanksgiving. Had to break it to her that I wouldn’t be making my (Ocean Spray brand) famous cranberry sauce. I expected her to cry, but she didn’t really seem all that bummed out. I think she probably just didn’t want me to know how sad she was. Either way, it’s gonna be a pretty lame Thanksgiving at my house without me.
The WWE Network is coming next year, and I can not wait to add it to our cable package.
This is the most exciting thing to happen to TV for me since the Cartoon Network when I was a kid, although that was disappointing when I found out they showed weird Japanese cartoons at night when I was most in need of cartoon shows (bad sleeper).
I have to think WWE won’t air weird Japanese cartoons (even if they’re about wrestling), but I have to think these are some shows they could air:
That’s all I could come up with off the top of my head, but think of what they’ll think of with a few months to brainstorm!
Made Ders drive by the Red Box on the way home to see if Rachel had circled back yet, no sign of her.
Turns out those sirens were for a big pile up 2 streets over, but no dead bodies I saw, so Rachel’s still out there. Hope the universe paths our crosses again soon, I can’t wait forever.
Jogged out for a pack of smokes during my coffee break (thinking about smoking a few times a day, get a nice mid-day rush and maybe talk to Alice about the breeze) and you WILL NOT BELIEVE who was at the gas station.
Rachel. My ex. Haven’t seen her since we tear gassed her at Karl’s wedding, or it may have been at a dinner we had at Spaghetti Factory, I can’t pinpoint the last time and the dinner may have been a hallucination.
She was bustling some high school kids at the Red Box for singles, and I tried to help her grift by saying they should give it to her because colleges look favorably on charity work. She must not have seen my winking, because she screamed at me to mind my business then swiped one of the kids backpacks and ran into traffic.
Waited around 20 minutes for her to comeback so we could split the score, but she didn’t show and I heard sirens after 10 minutes and took off. Panic move, but probably the right one.
Didn’t even get the cigarettes, and I feel like I need one now, you guys.
“I don’t drink tea, because I have respect for myself, and my country, in that order.” —
-Adam DeMamp, truth-sayer, 2011.
This was in response to Jillian coming hard at me for pouring her tea out in the break room after she told me to “keep an eye on it”. Did her a favor, I think.
The #2 band I wish I’d been a part of is David Lee Roth’s solo group (post Van Halen). Seems like Van Halen just fought all the time and everyone hated each other. Obviously I would have joined them if they asked me, but if I had a choice I would rather have played in and toured with David Lee Roth (pictured below, mid - jump):
There are a few bands that I wish I’d been a part of. One of those bands is mid to late 70’s Lynyrd Skynyrd (pictured below):
In addition to rocking really god damn hard, these guys wrote some of the greatest rock ballads of all time. They also partied really, really hard. These are the reasons I wish I had been a member of Lynyrd Skynyrd.
DO I?
DO I SMELL LIKE JÄGERMEISTER?
WELL LET ME TELL YOU, CHRIS, THAT’S SHOCKING. I’M SHOCKED TO HEAR THAT. JUST KIDDING, OBVIOUSLY, SINCE ALL WE DID LAST NIGHT WAS DRINK A REPULSIVE AMOUNT OF JÄGERMEISTER. NICE TO SEE YOU MADE IT TO A SHOWER AT SOME POINT.
I WOKE UP IN A RANDOM VOLVO WITH A SET OF HOUSEKEYS THAT AREN’T MINE UNDER MY FACE, AND WHAT IS EITHER A PRETTY IMPRESSIVE AMOUNT OF CHOCOLATE SYRUP OR A FUCKING TON OF BLOOD ALL OVER MY PANTS.
I JUST WANT SOME WAFFLES, OKAY? NO QUESTIONS. NO JUDGEMENTS. JUST WAFFLES.
Been there, little buddy. I think THIS is my spirit animal.