Here we go again. What's bothering me this week?
Michael Oher just wrote a book about him being taken in by a white family. I guess he didn't see The Blind Side because that story has already been told. He needs to get with the times. That's for Alex.
The Valentine's Day Love Song special on Itunes is out. Each love song cost $0.69. Coincidence? I think not.
I hate jobs where you have to wear a name tag. Every name tag job I've ever had, whenever anyone says to me, "How's it going...TONY?", I felt this strange urge to punch that person in the face. The name tag I have to wear at the club has one fatal flaw. My name is written in small thin letters directly under the word STAFF in giant bold letters. So when drunken douchebags come up to me and say, "How's it going...STAFF?" like they're the most clever, funniest person in the club, that strange urge turns into an overwhelming desire to punch that person in the face. Don't worry Dad, I'll never do that, I just kinda want to.
If you didn't know, Charlie Sheen is a massive hot mess!!! I dont get how can our society reward these messed up people. Look at Amy Winehouse. They tried to make her go to rehab. She said, "NO NO NO, I won't GO GO GO," and what happened? She got like 10 Grammy's. Charlie Sheen locks a hooker in a bathroom, does a briefcase load of coke with 5 porn stars, and he is still gonna get $2Million an episode for Two and a Half Men. They need to take a lesson from Robert Downey Jr. A massive cokehead loser, he went to prison, cleaned himself up, and now look at him. He's Ironman; that makes him invincible.
My 4 year old niece Brooklyn cannot grasp the concept that my 24 year old brother is an adult. She goes up to my mom and goes, "Mimi, can I speak to you in private?" They go into the living room and she says, "Mimi, Alex just said FART! He's supposed to say TOOT! You need to put him on time out right now!" That kid is too much.
I had forgotten that Ben Roetheisberger was suspended for the first 4 games of the year. I guess alleged rape does warrant some kind of punishment, but 4 games and getting figuratively raped in the Super Bowl does seem a little excessive.
An hour after eating a half dozen egg rolls and a half dozen ribs, I thought to myself "Is is too late to purge??" It was.
I let my Nana read my blogs. First thing she said was "So you got in a big fight with a guy and he got blood on your jacket?" I said "I wrote that I flipped my pinkie up and a guy exploded. That really didn't happen. That's impossible." The second thing she said was, "I can't believe you said fucking that much. I didn't know you could say fucking on the internet." Wow I really hope I don't get old.
I had to work last night at the club. Tuesday night is karaoke night. Two people sang two separate Nickelback songs and I wanted to kill myself. I thought Nickelback sucks, but Nickelback karaoke might be the worst thing ever. I guess I'm not making an impact.
I now realize there isn't much actual complaining here, but does that really matter?
Like always, let me know what you think.
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