Q: What does Michael Jackson like best about twenty eight year olds?

A: That there's twenty of them.

(Did you think that I didn't know to hyphenate "twenty-eight?" Ten grammar points if you took a second look.)

Bob Dylan: the best concert of my life, mostly because it was Bob Dylan 150 feet in front of me being all enigmatic, obscure, and totally ripping, playing "Watchtower" as the encore, but it sounded totally different, like a reincarnation of "Watchtower." It left us completely replete ( Read more... )

Saturdays, always hopped up on too much caffiene, but incredibly productive.

clean the house
straighten my hair
balance my checkbook
clean my room
eat pineapple
run errands
read a book
finish a sweater

Kaitlin knows me flipped out on too much coffee. Why is my body so bad at processing toxins. The liver needs a workout.

Yesterday the family reunion was rained out so all the dagoes congregated in my grandma's basement and proceeded to conference on how the whole reunion was run, as they think it could be done more efficiently if the different "heads of the families" all took over a responsibility. It was like a giant argument with grandpa sitting in the corner ( Read more... )

Last night I felt blissfully blue collar as I snuck into the Barry County Fair demolition derby with my brother and bet on the contest. The sole guide to my betting being picking a car that most resembled Annie's Caprice, because I know those suckers are built crazy solid. The dark side of my personality was fed by the sheer carnage, but I evened ( Read more... )

I wish I had a real job.

Well, now, Bob Dylan and I (and Elizabeth) have a date on August 12. One more thing crossed off the list.

It's almost time for "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me."

Scrotesque!

Everything's comin' up Milhouse!

I'm taking a poll; respond if you would like to partake.

Hank Williams III is in town on Wednesday. Does anyone want to go with me? It will be radical.

Also, Bob Dylan is coming to Grand Rapids on August 12 and tickets go on sale on Saturday. Who wants to be my date?

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