Fucking Myspace

I hate when i get messages from chicks telling me to check out their website or whatever. So i started sending messages back to these bitches, just cause i have a mean soul. I got one today, and like always they wanted me to be their friend, and check out some website. Here's a link to the Myspace page slutty chicks

And here is what the message i sent back looked like.


















You done any? Let me know and ill post. I had a bunch more, but i guess it delete's old mail after two weeks

Fawlty Towers

Greatest Brtish Show Ever

Well, besides Monty Python, but it stars John Cleese....i suggest everyone takes a look. Here's a classic episode

Part 1


Part 2

Cold War Kids

This band is freakin' awesome. Well at least i think so. I have had one of their songs stuck in my head for like 3 1/2 weeks. They are playing at The Casbah on September 7th, and tickets are $10. I suggest that people go. I know i am

You can find their song "Hopital Beds" that i have had stoke in my head Here

You can buy tickets to see them at The Casbah Here

Waiters

don't you hate when the waiter sits down at your table to take your order? its like when you have to bend down to get on eye level with a little kid. What the fuck? are you superior to me? Are we all of a sudden gonna be great friends since you sat at the table with us? Are we chummy? and cant you just fucking write down my order? I don't give a shit if you can memorize it. Wow good for you. You can memorize a chinese chicken salad, medium well cooked steak with mashed potatoes and the salad with italian dressing. That doesn't impress me. I would be more impressed if the ketchup didn't have the crusty ketchup all around the rim and my food got to me in a respectable amount of time

Things Change

I recently went home to help my parents move to a new house. They moved into a 3 bedroom, just like we used to live in, except my room is now the office in the new house. Very strange. Even though i moved out officialy 5 years ago when i left for college, moving from the house i grew up in, and seeing all my things in the garage with my name on it was the last straw. I am now as far as i am concerned an adult. I have no home to go back to. It's just me, my ikea furniture, my sidekick, and my laptop against the world. My parents even had to get a new phone number, and as i programmed it into my phone, i changed the entry from "Home" to "Mom&Dad". Anyway, i now know that my mom has gave up on me ever moving home (thank god) my dad's realized he can get away with not giving me money anymore (depressing) and they both can spend more money on plants, rugs, dishes, towels, and whatever else old people buy.