My Thoughts Are So Emotional Right Now: July 2005

Cool.

Check out what I found today in my garage:

Near mint condition Shaquille O'Neil rookie card, and 2nd year card.

1991 Ken Griffey Jr. Seattle Mariners rookie card.

Anyone know where I can go to find out how much these are worth?

Official recognized nickname/designation

Summarize this...

You want a summary, here it goes...

Duffy is just as lazy and Mexican as always. It's a wonder he has enough energy to type his blogs and comments. Although, if I could sit around and drink beer all day, I would be as lazy as he is.

Bob and Owen are now Special Olympics gold medalists (congratulations is due might I add). Way to show those disabled kids who's the boss.

Fuck bitches and get money.

Keenan is Keenan.

Roland isn't on this because he hasn't figured out how to throw rocks at the keyboard in the correct succesion in order to create his username and password for the site.

Everything else is status quo. Other than that one thing. But you already know about that one thing (may God help you).

Vive l'alcool!

Emotions

Is it just me, or are emotions like butterflies?

Think on that.

Women, I'll tell you what (part 2)

Wow. This is in response to the comment left on Josh's last rant...errr...post. I will say this:

Who knew this blog would achieve one of our two goals for the summer?

SUMMER CHECKLIST '05
1- F*** bitches --->check
2- Get money --->workin on it

Congrats Josh on bringing in the whore demographic to The Fam's blog. Respec'!

Women, I'll tell you what...

Ok, so tell me if you've heard this story before (or lived through it)...

So I get a call from one of my friends who I've known since the third grade. He says his girlfriend of a year just broke up with him because she felt she "needed space." In fact, it was a long distance break up because she's up in Canada right now. So I got to thinking; hmmm, she decides to stay with him all this time, but breaks up with him after she goes on a trip without him. Where have I heard this story before, OH YA - my life and the lives of every other guy in the goddamn world. Fucking bitch only wants her "space" because you know she ran into some Canadian guy who she thinks is more right for her than the guy she's been with for the past however long. Now I don't want to sound sexist but thats just too goddamn bad right now. All women are built the same way, think the same way, and act the same way. Nothing but a bunch of bitches man.

This may sound crude but I don't care because I'm piss drunk. My friend wanted to get fucked up tonight, and who am I to deny him the honor. Stupid whore. I'll admit, I never liked the stupid bitch from the day that I met her (one of those goddamn hippy bitches who complained about every goddamn thing going on in this world), and I knew they should break it off, but not like this man. There is a right way and a wrong way to go about ending a relationship, and this 1000 mile phone call thing is bullshit. Fuck. I need some more goddamn liquor before I pass out. Stupid whore. Well, in the words of the dude Fuck It.

Run Hit Wonder

Yeah, Owen and I ran 3 miles through downtown Portland today. We got to see Fountains of Wayne perform "Stacy's Mom" live and Chingy was performing "Right Thurr" as we ran past. AND someone gave a shoutout to GU as we ran past. Not to mention a bunch of drunk overage parents rocking out to Joan Jett.

AND an old lady picked up our tab at Elmer's afterwards. And the hot waittress was totally feeling our shit.

Yeah, how's that for a Sunday? And all before noon.

The Way Things Are

This has been a tough few days. The weather is hot as hell and muggy at the same time. Now thunderstorms are on the way and threatening more rain and hail. In fact, it was so hot today that when the rains fell out in the desert area, the water immediately turned to steam when it hit the ground.

This combined with the fact that I have had to endure through the man, the myth, the legend of Gonzaga basketball, Ronny Turiaf go through press conference after press conference about his impending heart surgery. To actually watch as a tear is brought to his eye talking about his situation makes everything else seem so unimportant. It does bring up the interesting topic of the GU basketball curse. Since Stockton, no GU basketball player has had a successful career in the NBA. Dickau jumps from team to team without much play-time anywhere, Frahm is no where to be found, Stepp blew his chance in the tourney, and now Turiaf. This means that Morrison is our only hope. I hope I'm not the only one terrified of that tought.

Oh, and Keanan, anywhere and everywhere you go, no matter where you may be, there always has to be a person around to take shit from the rest of the group. It happened to Carlton in Fresh Prince, Screech in Saved by the Bell, Flanders in the Simpsons, etc... Thats just the way the world works.

I can't win

I make money in the field of work I wish to be a professional in someday...

I GET SHIT

I go back to school at the advice of my friends...

I GET SHIT

I DON'T hook up with a fat chick...

I GET SHIT

It doesn't matter what I do, I'll just never be able to win with you guys.

Two thoughts before work

(1) I woke up at 6am, it was already 70 degrees, and it was raining. Apparently I missed the memo where oregon had been relocted to COSTA FUCKIN RICA.

(2) I found a bidi in my gym bag. Isn't it ironic, don'tcha think? A little too ironic. Yeah, I really do think.

I don't think I can handle all the emotions

First off, this argyle socks shit has got to stop. Nobody cares about your goddamn socks or you sweater, especially your father. Next thing is Wiley is a little fuck and should have his ass handed to him next time he comes around. On second thought, that will just make him cry some more and God knows we don't need any more of that.

On a lighter note, weather was hot as hell today. 102 with 60% humidity. I say fuck that. Drank a whole shitload of beer last night at a pizza place that didn't even bother to card (I love America). Work sucks but I am doing as little as humanly possible and still have no problem keeping my job (again, I love America). Good day to all tomorrow and I will be sending everyone a pair of regular, white, cotton socks for the love of God....

Keanan got one thing right

Keanan, you got one thing right, Roland did have quite a bit to drink that night. I've been contemplating why he didn't black out or throw up that night and I think I know the reason why. In our hurry to get wasted and have a good time we forgot the most important part of a 21st birthday; never let the birthday boy stop drinking. The only thing that Roland proved to us was that he did not have enough that night. This is why we should take it upon ourselves to find out what his limit is. Oh, and two more things. Sean, I can't belive you blacked out so damn early and Duffy you are an asshole.

Cheers to Roland

With us being so busy on Sunday when everyone left Spokane (namely, watching "Sex & the Single Mother") I feel we dropped the ball without publically recognizing the drinking achievements of one Rolan Haj the night prior. Not to belittle Sean, but Roland easily outdrank him. He handled his liquor and then some... let's look at the checklist:

1) Didn't pass-out nor black-out
2) Didn't puke
3) Didn't go to bed directly after a PrairieFire shot
4) Didn't have sex with a fat chick
5) Got wasted, broke plates, and overall had the best 21st a person could have

Am I missing anything? I'm not saying I could do any better, because quite frankly I only hope I can achieve the level Ro did. Cheers birthday boy--albeit belated--you deserve it. BIG UPS! 'Spect!