For real. I ain’t lyin’!
Now playing: Sahara Hotnights - Jennie Bomb
If you haven’t heard, MCG and wife are having a girl, and have settled on Emily for her name. I can dig that. It’s a good name, and lets you know right off the bat that the owner of said name is, in fact, a girl. Anything but the sudden rash of androgynous names that seem to have swept across our fair nation like a plague of frogs. Taylor. Jordan. Morgan. Ugh. However, I still think I had the best name for their baby, but they didn’t think Shitbox Glisson would look good on a college diploma. I even referred them to an online list, but nobody listens to me anymore.
My birthday is next Friday. 29. One more year in my twenties. Then we’re on to failing kidneys, liver spots, and blurring vision (not induced by sweet, delicious booze). My joy is contained to the best of my ability. However, I did get a kick ass Superman birthday cake from the Madre, who was down visiting this weekend for a wedding shower (more below). And with some of the recent events going on around my life, I’m feeling my mortality a bit these days. I feel a change of routine coming on - the kind of changes that can only be brought about by intense physical workouts. Or maybe I should just take some sage advice.
Jamie and Roger (whom I have yet to come up with good nicknames for yet) had a co-ed wedding shower thingie over at Statley Cosner Manor Saturday night. Food, fun, frolic, and toilet paper wedding dresses were had by all. And I have photos. Oh yes, I have photos…which will be posted when I quit being lazy.
Finally, back by popular demand - haiku movie reviews. This time: Jackass.
Panda bears, whale sharks,
fat suits, toy cars, disco trucks.
Don’t eat yellow snow.
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