Rest Days...

are the best days.

Unless your watching the Giro on TV in witch case all you get is a two hour long block of highlights from yesterdays stage with more commercials thrown in.

As a courier there are two types of rest days. Voluntary and involuntary. The first are generally weekends and days you take off to do things other then deal with other peoples shit all day. The second are sick days and days when there is simply no work. Today was one of those days.

This is how you make Napalm. Simply get some gasoline pour it in a bucket and add styrofoam. Keep adding and mixing until whatever it is your mixing starts to coagulate into a white viscous globule. Have fun.

Fail

The camping trip definitely didn't go as planned.

Back to the grind.

I hate roadies

We have been having California weather here in NYC witch probably means that as soon as Eva gets back from California it will rain for a week straight.

I was going to rant about roadies but i changed my mind. It would just frustrate me more.

Ok back to watching the Giro.

I hate my job

I've been having more fun than usual. Once this summer gets around to starting, I hope I make some real regrettable decisions. The camping trip this weekend better set things off.

Wondering

Why isn't it nice out yet?

Gone for the weekend.

I'm going back to Canada this weekend.

I suppose that's about all I have to say about things right now.

The new state of things:

Psych! Charlie still hates me. It appears the only changes have occured in my amount of hair and pain in my wrist.

UNFUCKINGDEAD

I miss Decatur. Dwain, Charlie and I are holding it down but there is no spice out here quite like the Jamaican restaurant we used to live above.

Missing

Has anyone seen this blog? It sucks. You know why? Because I'm the only one that writes in it.

I dont even know.