On the road in albany.

i dont think Im going to go all audioblog, but it certainly is fun.

Peace.

mike check...1,2 1,2, is this thing on?

"Bring the Pain" Method Man

Should I start this thing of with a "hello everyone"? I dunno? Any way. Haevn't posted in a little while, just an affirmation that life is pretty much boring (and Im ok with that). I always thought a life of non-stop excitement was over-rated anyway. Going camping this weekend with some friends. Actually, a friend and her man. He's a nice guy, met him over the summer. But he keeps kosher. Causing both Becca and I to ponder on the food shopping for this weekend. She's so far had to clear a number of ingrideients with his girlfriend. LOL. I just think this whole kosher thing is silly. But thats just me. Its also gonna be piss hot this weekend, looking forward to that like a lemon scented colonic. Guess that about it. Hope all is good with everyone. Mazel Tov.

PS-Gigantor has now begun having panic attacks. I know I shouldnt laugh, but... What happened to me, I was a sweet and caring guy at one point. The whole fucking world is topsy turvey. James is being a decent guy in a comitted relationshitp, Lou is not in school, and Im and asshole. I for one blame this whole thing on getting older. oh well.

"Never Scared" Bone Crusher

Umm...lol. Okay, let me put this shit to rest. LOL. That is Gigantors head, before she concived Belzebubs seed. The body however, is not hers. It belongs to this chick

http://photos.yafro.com/pics3/i/20041205/00/1/0/6/10648b8c7c9b240332a2b368d8e111e80_full.jpg
Funny in its own right (her face made me laugh outloud).

But let me asure you, Gigantor is no less big, or unatractive. Especially when you combine her daily dietary habits (yesterday she ate 3 grilled cheese sandwiches...three!!!) with that annoying whine ("its hot", "I'm sweaty", "I'm gassy", and so on and so forth). Just wanted to put an image with the godawful description.

PS>Typing in "fat chicks" or "fat girls" into a google image search (with the moderate search off) produces really, really, really disturbing results.

Peace.

The Afore mentioned Gigantor 

"Today Was A Good Day" Ice Cube

It's deathly hot out, and my shorts smell like a french magionot line after two weeks of battle with the germans. Just wanted to update my readers as to the low points of my week.

Monday-Results of my whack math class (ie-9th grade algebra) - 72

Tuesday-I rushed to my photography crit, almost getting into two accidents to find out the teacher was out sick.

Wednsday-Result of my second test for math class - 45 which I then pointed out to be 65-the teached apologized for his bad subtraction.

Thursday-a highlight, while listening to the local college radio station (the only one that clearly comes in on my radio) I run across a great, old jazz singer named Carmen McRae (possible wedding song candidate). Low lite, after two glasses of wine I passed out on the floor of my living room.

Friday-I hate this fat, bloated, pregnant bitch at work, I hate her!!!!! no seriously, shes been smoking newports throughout her pregnancy, and I hope after she gives birth to a kid the size of a gerbil, she realizes how dumb she really is.

Guess thats about it, I highly enjoyed james' column, although I must admit that my time at the Sloan Group was just as productive, if not more so. Peace.