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Well guys, it's been a while since I've enlightened you on the inner working of my steel trap, as well as the goings and comings of my day to day grind, so I thought I would shine some light on what's been going on lately.

Most Important Item:
I bought one of those fancy projectors, so I can finally watch the Office on a fifteen foot screen like God intended me to. I don't really watch that much tv so this was probably a poor purchase. But imagine how awesome the Arsenal-Tottenham derby(pronounced darby) match will be on Saturday morning at 9:00 a.m.

Least important item: Work...it's boring, same way it is for everyone. Except almost everyone else gets paid in real dollars and not "valuable work experience"

90's Party: I spent the majority of the nineties wearing mesh shorts...so is that what I'm supposed to wear? I could probably unearth some No Fear (t-shirt brand, not dangerous liquid)shirt with an attitude filled diatribe about the wonders of baseball on it. I think it should be mandatory that we all go back to our mid-90's haircut, which means I will be rocking the hair combed over to the right (left is for homos). I will also be putting my braces back on, and we will be trading baseball and basketball cards. "Inserts" will be tough to come by. High tops will be a must. Also, as a sweaty kid, I convinced my mom to allow me to wear shorts as long as it was at least 50 degrees outside, and I will be holding to that.

Surprisingly, not too many people have been pissing me off this summer. Other than the guy at work who never goofs off or looks at random stuff on the Internet at work. And that doesn't really piss me off in a "god i hate that guy" way, more in a "how can you possibly sit there all day and never take a break even to eat lunch" kind of way.

I got to watch a preliminary injunction hearing on the disposal of the deadly nerve gas VX this week. So that's my claim to history for the week. Can't believe people are all up in arms about us shipping a diluted weapon of mass destruction in big plastic containers on semi trucks on the short trip from Indiana to Texas. What could be safer? I know that I would trust my life to people who spend the majority of their nights in places called "Stuckeys" Who can pass up home cooking? Or restroom sodomy?*

I've been riding my bike over to my friend's house this summer. Combine that with the fact that i took off a day of work last week to go to Cedar Point with my family and I have officially traded in the age 23 for the age 14.

I turn 24 in November, which officially tolls my yearlong challenge of killing at least one terrorist.

Final Note: If anyone knows of a way to get the picture of Will Ferrell that hangs over the bride and groom's table at the wedding in Old School...well I will sex you so hard you won't be able to hear right.

done.


*At least I'm pretty sure something of that nature occurred in Dumb and Dumber between SeaBass and Lloyd Christmas.