The Briefest Introductory To Summer You'll Ever Read

At It Again-I'm On Summer's Time Now

Listen, I get it. This is just another excuse for me make my stats look good. Even if it is with one half assed post. I'm no fool. I'm no dummy.

I Am A Disgusted Human Being

Wanna know how prepared I was to write this? In my stupid big fat brain I knew I wanted to do this like two months ago. It just kept getting put into the "you can write this later, man" part of my brain. I'm even feeling that right now. I mean, it's already 4:58 in the afternoon?? Wait. Oh God. Did I say two months earlier? Dammit, I meant, yep, just about three months now. Or not? When did this happen, beginning of February? Alright, we're closer to three months than we are two months. But this just shows how dedicated I am to all of this. Get yer expectations ready folks, because they're about to be obliterated by a verbal sledgehammer.

I Am A Disgusting Human Being

As a person, I've done some pretty disgusting things in my lifetime. Like most people. It's only natural. Like pooping. The number of times I've claimed that I was dying of death from unfavorable bathroom experiences are probably unimaginable. But I should probably stop talking about this, because it doesn't exactly at all apply to what I had planned on writing about and also not everyone seems to be "that interested" in it. Though if you're ever down to talk poop stories, I'm here for you. You're not alone in this. Now where was I? Ah yes, disgust....

What All's Changed In A Year, Especially After Something So Heroic And Momentous?

First off, if you weren't aware, yesterday was the anniversary of something incredibly significant. Something everyone should remember, and if you don't then yer just plain, well, dumb. And it's no knock on you, after all it's not like this country-nay WORLD- has been celebrating for the past who knows how many years! There's only one special thing that could happen on November 11 and that's the remembrance of me publishing this historic blog post all those months ago. [EDITOR'S NOTE: Oh God. Veteran's Day was yesterday too. Oof. Well, I already wrote down just how important the post is, so just... I don't know. I guess two important things happened yesterday in history, I'll leave you to be the judge of what ranks higher.]

My Roommate Bought A Hat With The Word "Bitch" On It

I'm new to the hat wearing world, as you're probably all familiar with by now. Hats are great, hats are fun, and they're celebrated strongly on two different Sundays in our world country (Easter and The Kentucky Derby). I have no beefs with hats, only the hat wearer. This was something I never thought of, until of course I saw that my roommate bought a winter hat, like a beanie (but not this kind of beanie), that just says the word "bitch" on it. Well actually it says "BITCH" which is even more hostile, when you think about it.

What It's Like To Be Self Conscience About Your Play Counts

I'll tell you now. It's terrible. It's like publicly and yet secretly ousting your favorite child. It'd be like my parents announcing in our non-existant family newsletter (Wieland's Gazette!) that they've thrown more love and attention at me than at my brothers. Except I'm the only subscriber.

My 15 Minutes Of Very Courageous Fame

For the record, Corby took this picture
and tweeted it. I was somewhat more
twitter famous than I already am.

For those of you that aren't from the Dallas area, or have little to no knowledge (or better yet, interest) in the radio station, The Ticket, then I'm afraid this post just isn't for you. Not that you won't get to hear the great exploits of yours truly, you probably just won't resonate with my level of excitement. This was and is a fair warning. If I get complaints, then so help me......

To Whomever's Number I Gave Out, Sorry Dawg

So I haven't posted anything in a good long while. I went all the way through April without peeking my head out to see what all the fuss was about. I've got one post planned, that really should've gone up two weeks ago and hell if I know if I'll continue my sad excuse of a March Madness thing. You remember that right? Nope? Well who could be surprised. Certainly not me.

Things You Notice When You Go Home For The First Time

Recently, very recently, I got to go home for the first time in almost approximately three months (off by two days, doggone it!). And I spent a week there. The same thing probably happened to a handful of you wonderful people too, though from the sound of it, weren't as fortunate to spend as much time being home as I did. I'd like to courageously extend a congratulatory proclamation of scoreboard in 3, 2, 1: Scoreboard. Don't worry, it's over and not much more of that will happen. I don't think. Yeesh, this has gotten weird, hasn't it?