the hottest chick in school wanting to be your girlfriend

it didnt make any sense.

you went along with it but you always felt that any day it would be over.

he looked way too good in that uniform, he played so much better than everyone else, he could hit for power, steal bases, many gold gloves. and he was super nice.

clearly there was a catch.

plus how did we even get him? he was a stud with the Expos for a decade before coming to the Cubs – how was it that he didnt get his big payday with the Yankees or the Dodgers?

around the web non-Cub fans are griping and moaning that Albert Belle or Roberto Alomar were not selected. One guy was a jerk and the other spit on an umpire. It’s good to see that the writers didn’t just look at a guy’s stats and instead looked at his Entire career.

andre dawson was a guy you could show your kid (or your sisters kids) and say, see that guy, he’s what being a baseball player is all about.

and now people can do that when they see his bust in Cooperstown.

so what if the means by which they do it makes the streets smell like Skunk Weed or “The Chronic”?

… what is wrong with me

my truest is concerned. she shouldnt be, back in the xbi days theyd poison us with worst than what ive got.

i had two delicious bowls of chunky beef soup today. childhood memories.

but something bad happened and they got hurled.

then my buddy joe called. i just wanted to lay down.

i havent even hooked up my sirius radio, nor unpacked it from my bag.

after the plane landed, i had dinner, couldnt wait to get home, and i stayed there till this morning when i went to work.

man i was dragging.

maybe i was poisoned.

someone wrote me a two word email today.

blame barrie,

cracked me up.

whitney’s bf writes for True Blood. i know!

after True Blood’s finale they went to Paris and we were all oooooo bro’s gonna pop the question to you.

so on top of the Eiffel Tower he gave her a loose diamond and said “no girl should leave the Eiffel Tower without a diamond”. when she came home with that story we were all no ring? no proposal? she was all, yeah. we were like ummmmmm okayyyy?

new years eve when they passed by the coffee shop where they first met bro got on his knee and put a ring on it.

we all found out via facebook

lots of labels “disable” the embed codes of their artists vids on youtube.

dumbest thing ever if you wanna spread your jams.

would record labels have figured out ipods and itunes if steve jobs wouldnta beat em to it?

hell no. yet they run around pretending that theyre doing something good by locking their videos up at one url instead of letting bloggers and others run what basically amounts to free commercials on their highly influential and conversational outlets.

rock n roll will never die, but hopefully these practices will.

not sick sick like puking or coughing

but ive got a runny nose and i dont feel very good.

yet im going to take a hot shower and go to work so they know i love em

i really wish i had a Sars mask.

meanwhile i have a message to all the women i know who feel the urge to stop blogging, or shut down their blogs, or shut down their twitter or facebooks,

instead of shutting down their boyfriends and/or ex-boyfriends who are making them miserable:

why are the smartest girls so un-smart when it comes to men?

its like they have this stone in their shoe and instead of pulling it out and whipping it as far into the ocean as they can, they somehow believe that that stone is part of them and they beat themselves up for not learning how to walk better with that stupid thing stuck to them.

when dinner is over you get up and leave.

when your shower is over you get out and leave.

when a relationship is over, you move on, just like how you do with every other part of your life.

its just like Hoarders, except youre now afraid/ashamed/sad about throwing out your trash that you keep pretending is something else.

that stone wants to be in the ocean, so send it there.

from the blogger’s mouth

(1) Do not tell me what to do, ever, in regards to anything.

(2) Do not be too nice, for example, do not sneakily commandeer my car while I am vacationing and have it detailed. While the gesture is nice, the methodology is creepy.

(3) Do not demand more of my time than I have already allotted you. I have a very specific rule in regards to dating, especially in its early stages, which requires that I spend no more than three nights, preferably not consecutive, per week with you.

(4) I repeat, do not remark how tall I am every time you see me. I might develop a complex.

(5) You may not ever comment on my love handles nor tell me that my boobs could be bigger. I might hit you.

read the rest of her list of demands here. and take note because something tells me shes not alone on the blogosphere.

that the best thing Beck did in the Aughts

only came out a month ago

and he was only a bit player in the background?

yeah its weird to me too, but i can deal with it.