it’s like i’m moving forward, but walking...
BRUINS!!!!!!!!!! NEXT STOP: THE OTHER CANADIANS.
so i guess its pretty much a miracle that i’m...
seeing as i apparently have a fucked up lumbar vertebra or some shit. i’ve had about enough of 4 months of excruciating back pain. but the weird thing is, it comes in waves. one day it’s perfectly fine, the next i can hardly get off a chair. idk, as long as i don’t have to get surgery.
work, work, work, work, work some more, somehow fit Mohegan Sun in there, unfortunately the damn casino stops serving alcohol at like 2. and i get out of work at 1. oh well. worst comes worst, get a room, get fucked up and then go to the casino. goodbye paycheck(s). maybe i’ll win something though hm? while i’m dreaming, i’d like a Reventon.
“Gilbert Godfried. you have the face of a pedophile. i mean what better way to lure kids into a van than to have the voice of the parrot from aladdin?”
made plans on game 5 of the NHL playoffs?
oh yes i did. like a fucking idiot. it should be hockey first, dinner second, like a good Boston sports fan, however in this instance, dinner is at 9 and the playoffs are at like 8 or some shit, meaning i can’t go out for wings, AND get to piss of the other half of my friends in the process. see the problem here? there ARE such things as no win scenarios Captian Kirk, you damn liar. i’m going...
“no one makes it out of life alive, theres no...
The Color Morale- This Lost Song is Yours
get back to the hotel, bothered Jamie and Peterson for a bit, then fucking Rev decides to do the gorilla walk down the lobby yelling “I’M A ZOMBIE. BARK BARK”. the times i wish i had a camera.
ariel: hey charles, world ended over here in wakefield, not gonna make it into work. charles: see you at 8 asshole. dammit.
you don’t know terror until you almost get hit by...
yeah. this is the fucking kind of day i’m having.
See if we can get the domain name ‘foogle.com’, that way we get all the people...– (via clientsfromhell)
so my mother, due to her insufferable OCD decides...