Rebounding like Dennis Rodman

photo courtesy of the super talented joe carabeo i have the privilege to call a friend

It’s funny how things work out sometimes.  Minutes after I posted my little rant about how bored I am, I get a response text from one of my close friends, and he invites me out to do cool shit.  Next thing I know, I’m out until about three in the morning after an evening of shit-shooting, really naked burlesque women, and a moderate amount of booze.

But I really wanted a convenient excuse to post this ridiculous picture of myself with hot burlesque chicks, and I realize that I have to stop incorporating booze containers in all these pictures as if they really are necessary YES we all know that I drink socially these days.

I sit here with a tummy full of scrum-diddly-umptious Korean food, not wanting to go to sleep on a full stomach, but at the same time dreading the inevitable 4:30 a.m. wake up to make it back to Atlanta in time for one last day at this particular job.  But regardless, I look back at the last few days of necessary fun and distraction, as I’ve watched two exciting baseball games with the best of my friends, and enjoyed an entertaining burlesque side show to boot.  Maybe things as a whole weren’t as boring as I thought they were for 90 minutes on Saturday in the end.

Lastly, happy birthdays go out to Grace and Mikel, while I’m thinking about the events of the last few days.  Doesn’t seem nearly as demonic now that 2006 is four fucking years past.

Goodness gracious, I’m bored

I’m forced to realize that whenever I come up to Virginia, if I’m ever left by myself, I’m pretty much bored out of my mind.  My parents have cooler weekend agendas than I do, and if my friends don’t answer beck and call to my spontaneous, out-of-the-blue text messages/calls, then I’m finding myself with absolutely nothing to do.

Amazingly, it was worse in the past when there was no internet access for me to usurp, but at least I had to foresight to bring an old wireless router on one of my previous trips to ensure that I had a wireless access point so I could bitch about in my brog about how boring it can get up here when I have nothing to do.

Sometimes I miss Virginia, sometimes I don’t.

Prior to moving to the WordPress format, I still did some writing, as evidenced on Varentines Day, but didn’t actually post due to the fact that I was in the midst of the transition.

Well, the transition has occurred, and I’ll be the first to admit, that it feels kind of silly that I’m posting rants, brogs, and opinions about events that are now several weeks old, and technically no longer valid.  But the way I see it, I don’t have the heart to delete the words that I chose to write in the first place, and the longer I wait, the more invalid they become.

I wrote the following about three weeks ago, when I was snowed-in at my parents’ house, which was supposed to be a relaxing weekend with the family, celebrating my mom’s birthday.  Instead, Mother Nature decided to take a great huge dump on Virginia, and ironically, this is prior to the so-called “Snowpocalypse.”

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