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Friday, December 14, 2007

Fri, 14 Dec 2007 17:53:12 GMT

me: is there anything you want me to get in taiwan that wont get me arrested trying to bring back into the states

Sent at 1:50 PM on Friday

joanee: hahaha

freeze dried tiger penis!

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 19:06:20 GMT

so, check it. goin to vegas again this weekend, this time with a bunch of korean boys (no girls allowed!). hopefully, this time around i'm a bit wiser with my cash and don't lose it all in the first night or something. hopefully also, i hit that megabucks jackpot and take home a cool $11 million. one of my favorite past-times of late has been brainstorming on how i will spend all that money. ok but seriously, gambling budget plan is mostly dedicated to $60 holdem tourneys at Planet Hollywood (aka Aladdin's) and some craps at Binion's. And, if at the end of my trip i still have some cash, maybe some high limit slots for shits and giggles. other than that, FOOD. man i love vegas. it's so... completely over the top.

you better bring me some luck!

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 03:45:11 GMT

anyone want to take a year off and travel the world with me?

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 04:46:43 GMT

i hate bugs.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Fri, 01 Jun 2007 07:24:18 GMT

tis the season for grilling out. i'd like to give a shout-out to pete and mad props (i think that's what they're called) on splurging for the grill. and i don't mean diamond-studded-teeth-mask grill. i mean, makes-delicious-meat-over-a-fire grill. oh, and the beer pong table, which thankfully was a lot easier and cheaper to put together than i had initially feared. bbq and beer pong... truly is summer time now. speaking of, whatever happened to that classic Will Smith hit?

congraturations to those graduating next week (Sol and Stew)! i wonder how many margaritas Sol can have in a night before his liver implodes... perhaps it is time to introduce... margarita pong?

Monday, May 21, 2007

Mon, 21 May 2007 19:59:13 GMT

being alone is being strong.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Tue, 15 May 2007 15:09:40 GMT

so yeah, consider me a non-smoker now. we'll see how this goes.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Sun, 06 May 2007 04:22:18 GMT

so here i am, on a saturday night, at home home in Vandalia. lights are dimmed, parents are asleep, Radiohead's The Bends is playin... definitely feelin nostalgic. this is one of the rare times that when i do come home home, i actually am spending the night here--usually i just jet back to Columbus same-day. as much as this town pisses me off, this place will always be home home for me. i think that no matter how far away i go or how long i disappear for, this house will always have that eerie familiarity that makes it home home. i grew up in this house, and i do love it. if it weren't for the terrible pollen count here--and the dismal social scene that is Dayton--i'd seriously consider asking for this house when my parents decide to move. pretty big house, good character, lots of land. quiet. and definitely has a big upside in terms of remodeling potential. maybe i should turn it into a frat house! let the inner fratboy in me come out and play.

timmy's bachelor party was tonight--congratulations, buddy! it was nice to see these guys again, some i haven't managed to see in quite a while. how i've missed their homo-erotic tendencies. and then the stripper came and ruined all the wholesome fun. i can't really explain where my anti-stripper sentiment comes from, but it's definitely always been in me. i mean, okay, i get it: boobies, picking up money with a vagina and other neato stripper tricks... but in the end you're left with what? a raging boner, a crippling case of blue balls, and some recently vacated real estate in your wallet? thanks, but no deal! why not just get a girlfriend? then you get to play with her boobies for free! i just feel like strippers/strip joints are ultimately a waste of time and money. and, i think, seeing my friends get all creepy and sleazy freaks me out. i have nothing personal against strippers--i'm sure strippers make great conversationalists. shit, if i were a girl and decently hot, i'd prolly be a stripper too. anyways, i digress. needless to say, when the stripper came and started to do her thang, myself and 2 other buddies felt the convenient urge to go outside and do anything else other than being in that room. we got some suspicious looks when any of the other guys would come outside. i guess i'd have my suspicions too about 3 dudes who were somewhere other than in the room with a stripper. we decided to make a pact that none of us would have strippers at our respective bachelor parties. i'm sorry if this offends any of my friends who are stripper-friendly, and i encourage you to leave a comment should you feel the urge to justify or defend your position on this. this goes for any of you who are secretly strippers on the side, too.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Tue, 01 May 2007 02:05:17 GMT

goodbye, Mike and Dan and Sue! the selfish part of me is lamenting the slow but sure disintegration of the clique. the better part of me wishes you guys the best in your endeavors. i wonder who's gonna go next? to where? and when?

once upon a time, i wished i were super-popular. once upon a time, that might've even been true. but you know what? to coin a cliche', "It's quality, not quantity." that philosophy rings so true with a lot of things, if you think about it. like, friends. and raw meats. and wine. and maybe hair product.

anyways, i guess what i'm tryin to say is: Mike, Dan, Sue... you guys are like those 2" thick, organic, never-dyed, delicious steaks they sell at Whole Foods. i only wish i could've eaten you longer.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 02:02:26 GMT

Now here's a difficult question for you movie-goers:

Which movie is better--Gladiator or 300?

Both present the requisite badassness of any good, testosterone-driven movie that makes you want to kick some ass after you watch it. Both are themed during some of the most badass times and places in the history of humanity. Both have badass leading men (acting as badasses). 300 had some hot nude scenes which always scores points. But Gladiator was and still is considered one of the best movies ever (Oscar). Both badass leading men die (the way any true badass would want to go down). Hmm...