| One part of my philosophy.... 2009-12-20 09:25:13 ET |
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Life is like an RPG. You have to attain as many skills as possible and get good at them too.
"Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills." - Napoleon Dynamite
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| Dremas 2009-12-20 06:41:28 ET |
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I woke up today feeling like a donkey kicked me straight in the chest and I got thrown against a wooden wall.
Apparently this happens when the part of your brain that controls your muscular movement doesn't turn off all the way when you're dreaming so your body's muscles still twitch and contract as if you're using them en miniature.
So, anyways, what I was dreaming about was that I was in some place that resembled the Amalfi Coast racetrack form Forza 3. Anyways, I had a new windbreaker. A grey one. Slightly fuzzy. Hmm, I just realized it was made out of the same fabric as my sweat pants (hmm.. grey fuzzy polyester.)
Anyways, the point is that I realized that if I zipped up my windbreaker and stretched out my arms I could catch the wind and float about for a bit. I even started walking down the street, jumping, catching the wind, floating up higher than normal and yelling out "Hey, look at me, I'm Super Mario!"
Yeah, it was fun. i'm thinking what would happen if I do get a windbreaker, sew on extra fabric at the arms and act like a flying squirrel during periods of strong winds. It might work. Maybe.
Probably not.
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| My name is Dr. Michael Weston and this is Burn Unit 2009-12-18 06:22:18 ET |
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I'm tired, hungry, feeling slightly out of it all because I had to be in to work at 8am today.
Problem is that I went to sleep at 4am.
My day was composed of coming back home after work, napping, pulling nails out of an antique chair in order to repair the covering and the bottom support straps, computer stuff, and then watched Burn Notice.
Yes, boring update, I know.
Meh.
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| feeling sleepy and bored on the bus 2009-12-17 02:23:45 ET |
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She claimed that she wasn't hungry but he insisted on making her something to eat
anyways. Tightening her virgin white bathrobe she turned around only to find one of his infamous sandwiches sitting on a plate on the kitchen counter. It was a Sex Sandwich. One piece of bread, soaked in juice, on top of another one. Suddenly and fiercely her appetite returned like a nosy neighbor walking in unannounced.
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| At work 2009-12-14 09:33:22 ET |
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I'm starving.
Somebody give me foooood
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| Enjoying Life 2009-12-13 15:00:09 ET |
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Yesterday I went to the Metropolitan Opera to see the Marriage of Figaro. That was fun. I was dressed less like a madman and more like a dapper, dastardly fiendish sex fiend. You all know the look. Those predator eyes and that hectic movement of a man hunted by the law for crimes of the flesh.
I guess all that means is that I wore pants, socks, shoes, and a stylish shirt. And some warm winter clothes on top of that. I mean, that's how a perv dresses, no? I've got that look down to a T.
I also began to collect wine as wine apparently doesn't taste like shit. Which is very nice. Nor does it taste like piss. Either way I'm not into scat porn or into urine therapy but wine? I can do wine.
Wine this!....:
Today I finished a 2008 Yellow Tail Chardonnay. It was good. Could've been better. What do you expect from fermented kangaroo's blood? Best served koala.
What's currently in my wine collection?
I got all the expensive shit. After all, I am a world renowned international playboy and lazy ass bastard. So, I got everything expensive.
2009 Famega White Vinho Verde - 241 Rubles
2004 Vielles Vignes Chateau Los Boldos Sauvignon Blanc - 180 Rubles
2006 Clos De La Lisardiere Chinon - 451 Rubles
2006 Chateau Lastours Gaillac Rouge (it means "red" in French but only if you are suave and sophisticated enough. If you're not it means "bad makeup like what a cheap Parisian whore would wear. Not an expensive whore. A cheap one." That is the actual dictionary definition. Don't blame me. Blame Oxford.) - 427 rubles
and for fine Champagna I have...
A non-vintage (read:ageless, timeless) Roerer Estate Anderson Valley Brut
It's from California. California, France!
That's why it's so expensive.
704 Rubles.
I is in the money now, ho-ney!
Dance for me!
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