July 2009
I know of no disappointment like that of an empty Capri Sun pouch in my hand.
I have no idea why my palatte is suddenly surprised how hot this vindaloo is.
Curry me, please.
June 2009
Just walked in to a Michael Jackson playlist playing and one angry leopard not quite feeling it.
I’m downloading DOOM Resurrection. I want to see what this 3G S can do.
Anyone get DOOM Resurrection for iPhone yet?
I will now use this public forum to state my approval of Jay-Z’s new video for D.O.A (Death of Auto-Tune).
iPod on shuffle, empty inbox, Coke Classic in a can with a straw. Not bad for a Monday.
I feel bad for all the other phone advertisements I see at the movies. You know the people making them all have iPhones.
Esspresso Martini: The socially acceptable Speedball for ladies.
Ted - 1, Inbox 0.
Listening to old Jesu and clearing out my inbox. Tearing up this Saturday night.
Looking to trade an iPhone 3G (Black 16GB) for a single speed or fixed gear bike.
I want to ride a two-wheeled thing to a place.
Last Night's Dreams:
I was living in a white house. Using the computer in viewing distance to the front door. Front door open, aluminum screen door open, both were white. It was dark outside. Felt like someone was watching me.
Things get fuzzy from here.
I realize the there were two men at the front door, trying to get in, caught by someone else in the house who tied their hands behind their backs with zip ties....
RT @quikness: more atheists should heed this commandment RT @ericludzenski: Atheism’s One Commandment: http://bit.ly/cDXUx (via @FrankWit)
If you take my Brooklyn Lager pint glass when I ask for a refill of Brooklyn Lager and pour it in a Hoegaarden tumbler I’ll be mad at you.
Fucking right. RT @arnoldkim: in case people missed it. official Q*Bert coming to iPhone: http://bit.ly/dg2GE
Realized that you can show the battery life remaining percentage on your iPhone 3G S under Settings /General /Usage.
Kicking it a Soul-A-Go-Go at Tazza, with DJ Ty Jesso. My lady and her crew are holding it down on the Go Go platforms.
Transformers 2. Tomorrow. IMAX. High Noon. $12 Who’s down?
I want to eat a whole iceberg lettuce head at the movies with a huge bowl of bacon and blue cheese for some sort of giant dipping sauce.
At Red Fez enjoying mac ‘n cheese with linguica and a side of Brussels sprouts. I could die a happy man.
I just saw some magnificent aircraft fly by overhead that could only be from the Air Force of the future.
I hate when I say “alright, thanks, Buh bye” word for word at the exact same time as a proffessional contact I’m on the phone with at work.
This post will have nothing to do with Iran, Michael Jackson, the Rain or Follow Friday. It will have everything to do with sandwiches, tho.
Sandwiches.
A shame about Michael Jackson. A much bigger shame that I won’t ever be able to leave my house without hearing him now.
If I had an over-sized SUV I would drive around by myself, wearing fancy shirts and listening to super-whiney R&B for comedy’s sake.
Going to Firehouse XIII with my Moms and her sister to see my bro’s band play.
I want in on a Michael Jackson autopsy. I bet there’s all sorts of crazy shit in that guy.
I’ll be stoked when everyone has an avatar free from solidarity-inspired overlays.
I thought it was supposed to be nice out today.
If H&M at Providence Place isn’t going to sell men’s items, they should at least have some sort of man-zone waiting area.
I love the look on peoples’ faces when they notice you saw them leaving Bali Day Spa #pvd #notarealspa
