I'm feeling a bit withdrawn today. After spending several hours in the Probate/Superior/Land Courts, I've had just about as much as I can handle when it comes to incompetence.
There is no reason that a copy and certification of a document should take 38 minutes. Then again, I suppose copying two pages, putting a stamp on one of them, and having a clerk sign it is near impossible to do ... perhaps.
Went to see Beck last night. Decent show, but I just wish he had played more of his old music, and not just the big hits. His new music is good, but not quite as interesting as his old stuff. They did some cool stuff though, such as instrumentals on a dinner table. They were actually playing with silverware, flatwear, glasses, bowls. It was actually quite brilliant. I wanted to slap the god damn dancer though. No reason at a Beck concert to have some jack-ass dancing around. Yes, we know you are for visual stimulation only, they gave you the god-damned tambourine to play as you dance - you are the equivalent of a cowbell player. I did enjoy Beck's use of a thumb-harp as he walked off stage though. I got a good laugh out of that, and my buddy Dane now knows what the thing in my bathroom is, a thumb harp.
Tonight I'm going to drift off into a state of pleasant relaxation with a little help from pot. All I want to do is go home, sit down, and listen to the new Blackalicious album while smoking some purple haze. I have a feeling my weekend shall go superbly well.
This week has put me in superb spirits. With all the republican corruption actually being put out there with actual indictments for Delay, Frist being investigated for a few different stock problems, and today hearing that Miller is gonna squeal! About damn time too! It's nice to see some independent power in our govt., that is free from administration control.
I got a call from my mom a short while ago, asking what a good Russian drink is. I was surprised to say the least. Anyway, she asked about my dating, and was dissapointed to say the very least. She keeps telling me when I find the right girl, everything will fall into place. I keep telling her I'm not trying to find the right girl. She doesn't understand. My life won't fit her mold, I'm too socially odd. She drives me crazy. And why did she call me at the office to ask what a good Russian drink is? At the office? Come on, I don't want to talk about booz at work, I work very hard to keep my professional and personal life very seperate, for the sake of myself, and for my employer. It is kind of a don't ask don't tell deal. I don't care if it is just my mom. I keep things seperate for a reason, and its a damn good reason.
Just got a call, looks like my date with Blackalicious will be put off for a day. Drinks with Jim tonight. Yeehaw!
Hope you all have a grandious weekend!
-Aaron
There is no reason that a copy and certification of a document should take 38 minutes. Then again, I suppose copying two pages, putting a stamp on one of them, and having a clerk sign it is near impossible to do ... perhaps.
Went to see Beck last night. Decent show, but I just wish he had played more of his old music, and not just the big hits. His new music is good, but not quite as interesting as his old stuff. They did some cool stuff though, such as instrumentals on a dinner table. They were actually playing with silverware, flatwear, glasses, bowls. It was actually quite brilliant. I wanted to slap the god damn dancer though. No reason at a Beck concert to have some jack-ass dancing around. Yes, we know you are for visual stimulation only, they gave you the god-damned tambourine to play as you dance - you are the equivalent of a cowbell player. I did enjoy Beck's use of a thumb-harp as he walked off stage though. I got a good laugh out of that, and my buddy Dane now knows what the thing in my bathroom is, a thumb harp.
Tonight I'm going to drift off into a state of pleasant relaxation with a little help from pot. All I want to do is go home, sit down, and listen to the new Blackalicious album while smoking some purple haze. I have a feeling my weekend shall go superbly well.
This week has put me in superb spirits. With all the republican corruption actually being put out there with actual indictments for Delay, Frist being investigated for a few different stock problems, and today hearing that Miller is gonna squeal! About damn time too! It's nice to see some independent power in our govt., that is free from administration control.
I got a call from my mom a short while ago, asking what a good Russian drink is. I was surprised to say the least. Anyway, she asked about my dating, and was dissapointed to say the very least. She keeps telling me when I find the right girl, everything will fall into place. I keep telling her I'm not trying to find the right girl. She doesn't understand. My life won't fit her mold, I'm too socially odd. She drives me crazy. And why did she call me at the office to ask what a good Russian drink is? At the office? Come on, I don't want to talk about booz at work, I work very hard to keep my professional and personal life very seperate, for the sake of myself, and for my employer. It is kind of a don't ask don't tell deal. I don't care if it is just my mom. I keep things seperate for a reason, and its a damn good reason.
Just got a call, looks like my date with Blackalicious will be put off for a day. Drinks with Jim tonight. Yeehaw!
Hope you all have a grandious weekend!
-Aaron
i wonder if there's anything i believe in that much.
blackalicious and pot are two wonderful things; don't put them off too long
i don't think not wanting a girlfriend makes you socially odd.
smart, maybe.