Second Goal

One more person down in my pursuit to pay off peeps. Jessica P, someone I owed money for the hotel room and/or present from the wedding, has been downgraded to paid off. Even though I am unsure if the gift was ever given to the lovely couple (shoutout to Dan and Colleen - name your kid Chris, solid name), it has been paid off. And no, I did not give the card to them. When you don't take the card from me on time, I tend to lose it, as I did with their card.

-Still studying for the Foreign Service Test. I'm learning things I am pretty sure I've learned about fifteen times, such as the Continental Congress, Monroe Doctrine, and the Missouri Compromise. I got my technology/economics czar (Vas) and communications czar (Sarah) whenever I run into troubles. Still need czars for management and/or world geography. Holler if you can help.

-There's a solid chance I'm going to be temping somewhere for some money. That's right crackas, I will be the new Ryan and rise to an executive position.

-Redskins blow, no one can compare them to the Steelers (whose loss forced me to wash my jersey for the first time since November 10, 2008-that's what happens when you cheer for a Super Bowl champion). Skippy Reed sucks a lot today, but he'll come through later on.

-My Nubbinals (minus Tony Plush Morgan) are closing in on 100 losses. I plan on being there either Wednesday or Thursday for that plateau. If they go on a winning streak and lose number 100 on the road, I will be bitter.

-Delonte West is also known as Mad Max. The real question is where was he going to? And how can I get an invite to the shootout? Solid story, look it up.

-No money options coming in right now, the Florida Gators blew my three team parlay. That's a rally-killer. Maybe if I had been at the sports bar where I was watching that disaster one day later, Obamaizzel could have given me a job, hooked me up as I should say. J. Paul's Saloon is known for oysters, but not a fan of oysters right here.

However, I have been doing Habitat for Humanity around my county recently. They always need donations and since I know that the people who read this blog have some money, donate some funds for the good times. I know Rory will. Word to community service.

A goddamn owl has been outside my window the past couple nights, hooting away like no one gives a damn. Well, I DO, YOU FUCKING OWL. I CAN'T SLEEP BECAUSE OF YOU. STOP HOOTING, I HEAR YOU, AND YOU WILL END YOUR LIFE SOON ENOUGH. YOU FUCK. As Brous points out, though, this may be the end of my life (www.thefourthkind.net). I will soon be abducted by aliens.

Two more things:
1) No one will ever seriously consider going to the Renaissance Faire. The ideology behind that is completely different than the Demolition Derby, and no one in their right mind would do it. I will be sufficiently silenced if someone with a shred of credibility disagrees with me, but at this point, I am steadfast in my anti-Renaissance Faire homoness.
2) Seriously, if another Tyler Perry movie goes to number one in the box office, I will give up movie theaters for the rest of my life.