Why So Serious…..?
First Id like to take a moment to honor those that have served. It is an honor to share the same soil as the brave souls that go to bat for this country when called upon.
Ok Ok Ok, Sorry for my absence its just that I feel like Ive got nothing to say. I know Ive disappointed a number of you that check the blog with the same frequency as your blackberry, for that I am sorry and honestly its probably for your own good. But back to me, I’ve been trying to get in the swing of things for a while now but just end up facebook stalking those people that use facebook entirely too much. My life lately has been uneventful, Ill take a short while to fill you in. I live in a one bedroom apartment with my Brazilian girlfriend, her Jack Chi- Nano and the Television. I work at a job strictly for dollars, one thing I swore Id never do again, needless to say, when I “clock-in” I lose a little bit of myself. I wear an all black “uniform” and wait on people that shouldn’t be allowed out of the house. But enough about that garbo job. No longer do I have to sport my girls pink beach cruiser. I did another thing I swore Id never do again- got a car with monthly payments. Long story short, I have to keep a job until this thing is paid off. In other words if I finally decide to check off the backpack America box on my bucket list, Ill have to ask Mr.Chang for the time off.
Clearly I am not happy with the way things are going but with that said at least Im not drunk 6 out of 7 days a week. Damn! There I go again saying ugly things! While we’re on the subject, I no longer live a few blocks from the beach, I live right near Mr.Changs. LIFE.HAS. CHANGED! Long-term its for the best. Short-term, not so much. When I take 6 months to have enough stuff to talk about for a sub-par blog post for a once excitingly hilarious page, that’s my cue to understand the of importance continuing on my path. No longer do I have wild drunken nights that lead to a million different stories about sex, drugs and well…. hamburgers. Ive traded hilarious stories of Virgins and Internet dating disasters for trips to Costco and “that cute little restaurant on 2nd street”. Stories that begin with “We took the dog to the beach” and “Last night on American Idol….” Ive become a real life Frank Ricard. Tomorrow we’re going to have a nice lunch and hit Bed, Bath and Beyond so I can smother myself with a Nicole Miller 620 thread count Argos Pewter Duvet Cover. Yeah, I know what that is.
Still searching for that outlet people! In the meantime Im getting my ass up to Central Casting tomorrow to see if any new media needs a slightly over weight, mid(to late) 20′s male with working knowledge of Kung Pao Chicken and 6 tasty things to do with a wonton.
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