Sunday, May 08, 2005

Random Nonsense

There is more tupperware in our apartment than should ever be allowed for two heterosexual males living in a bachelor pad a.ka. "fully functional babe lair."

I just realized today that I love those cans of beer way at the back of my fridge. Sure they are cans of Busch and Old Style Light and I don't really plan on ever drinking them, but I like knowing that they are there just in case.

I thought I had grown up to the point that I would no longer be getting falling down drunk and waking up the next morning in an unfamiliar apartment of someone I don't know all that well with a harsh headache and a vague recollection of what happened the previous evening.

I was wrong.

Why do you have to pump quarters into a machine at the gas station just to fill up your tires with a little air? Is there anything you can do in this town that doesn't require some sort of transaction?

I've recently found myself complaining to co-workers about lower back pains due to the poor ergonomics of my office chair. I am seriously 50 years old.

Got my tax refund check today. Pretty exciting. I think i'll take my girlfriend out to the movies as long as she remembers to bring her college id, so I can get the "I graduated from college a long time ago, but still have a college id" discount.

At the office a few months ago, I let someone borrow my scissors. I can't remember for the life of me who I lent them to. All I know is that it has seriously hampered my in-office arts and crafts.

Lately I've been religiously drinking DRT's. In case you are wondering what a DRT is you need to get with the times. Its Diet Rite Tangerine. Obviously. The new hip beverage for male young professionals in the 21-25 age demographic. Available at a grocery store near you.

I'm out.