In the interest of science, and for the amusement of the masses, I made it my mission to produce an entertaining post tonight. The mingling of Diet Coke and Canadian Club (aged 12 years, just the way I like it) have created this monster.
Allow me to show you the artistic awesomeness I produced shortly after the third part of the Grey’s Anatomy finale.
#1 - Me eating Pringles.
#2 - Me watching Grey’s Anatomy.
#3 - My beverage.
I now watch episode 16 of the current season of The Real World (much better than the actual real world) where 19-year-olds drink too much and act like whores. God love ’em.
When I was that age and in college, I was angry about bass from roommate Lloyd’s music and Poobag’s attitude problem. How did I solve it? I picked up Poobag and tossed him across his room, only stopping when he screamed that I’d compromised his poop bag and caused it to leak onto his bed. Wow, that’s a shame. Now, back to my room to whack it to Seinfeld first-runs.
What a crazy messed up time in my life that I can hardly remember. Lots of drinking. Lots of rage. Lots of slamming my landlord’s spine into a wall and then listening to Stompin’ Tom with him until the early morning hours. I guess it’s really the same as today, with a little extra rage sprinkled on top. One of these days, I’ll release it on the world. For now, I eat sesame wafers and chocolate by the cubic metre to subdue the anger inside.