“This is the type of girl who will have oral sex with you on your very first date but won’t let you look inside her glove compartment at the moment because it contains a Backstreet Boys CD. These are the true signposts of self-identity.”This was a paragraph from what was going to be my latest entry, a manifesto about why I don’t like girls because ( Read more... )

Within three hours of completing my last final, thus marking the start to my summer, I find myself helping Matt move his TV and some other things into the apartment. As we fumble his entertainment center up the back stairs, a man walks up asking if we lived there. I told him that I did and he asked my name. After offering this information he ( Read more... )

PART I: BREADSTICKS AND AUTOGRAPHS It’s 2 AM Saturday morning. I just now realize that I need a cooler for the weekend. Though I wanted to go to bed early, I have no other choice but to run to Wal-Mart and pick a cheap one up. Just as I’m about to get in my car I see a cooler sitting on the neighbor’s deck. Though I would ordinarily ask for ( Read more... )

There are certain things in our lives that make us complete, or at least, things we think will help. Material possessions that add that extra spice to our day. Fantasies that are not really even worthy of the moniker simply because they are so easily obtained ( Read more... )

If my life is anything like the Truman Show, in that everyone around me is set to do a specific task during the day to make everything seem more real, those that are in charge took today off. To put it candidly, things today were a bit out of whack ( Read more... )

It’s been awhile since we’ve last spoken. And ironically enough that is why I kept putting off a new update. After realizing I had gone this long without divulging another chapter of my rock-star lifestyle, I realized I was in too deep. My comeback had to be huge. A story that would be better then all others. One that would make me more myth then ( Read more... )

After the longest and busiest finals week I’ve had yet, compounded with the fact that I was up late enough to see the sun rise that morning, come Friday I am exhausted. It’s seven in the morning and I have yet to get any kind of real sleep. I need to sleep all day and catch up on that which was lost over the past week. Forty winks? I’ll need at ( Read more... )

Craig is, without doubt, the worst manager in the history of managers. Ever. I could write my dissertation on his lacking managerial skills, but I’ll spare you and just fill you in on the highlights ( Read more... )

Taking advantage of our time off, Mr. Curtis and myself ventured to the Catfish Bend Riverboat Casino. Now I didn’t expect to be transported to Vegas circa 1961, but somehow this place wasn’t what I had imagined. The dealers were all wearing football jerseys and looked like they just posted bail. Those playing the tables could remember the Truman ( Read more... )

Today’s entry opens with Marvelous Mark - my derelict roommate - sobbing like a baby because his girlfriend cheated on him . . . . . . .with another girl. I could go into details but you’ve already heard the best part ( Read more... )