Mood:  a-ok
First and foremost, anyone who knows me knows that I am sarcastic. A smartass, at times, if you will. I have now had two people commenet on below remarks about Donavan McNabb's mom. The story about me loving the commercials was a joke. I was not being serious. Lighten up.

Friday night was a good night. Chris and I went to the Lost Kangaroo and got our regular seats after Old Man Winter and his crew decided to venture back home to the trailor park. The things is that the guys there are awesome. They remember your drinks. No matter how crowded it is, they will come to ya. They shoot the shit, ask how you been, and play the damn songs Chris keeps screaming for ("Play some Skynyrd!") Chuck, Rob and Brian are good people, so we tip a lot for their efforts and in hopes of getting the bell rung and them screaming our names. When you are hammered at 3am, it is pure joy... and it also results in a $100 tab. (Way to go, Flush)

It's Sunday and I am being lazy. Woke up around 11 and have been watching MTV and VH1 all day long. I did venture outside, put my new USC Alumni sticker on my car and drove to the 7-11. That is my day and to be honest, I hope to accomplish nothing more.

I told this person that this story would make the blog. Also, if my 13 year old sister is reading this STOP NOW. I do not want a call from mom bitching at me...

To protect embarrassment, the name of this male individual has been changed. He will be known as "Tyson". Once again, Tyson's penis has scared another girl. The quote of the week: "Umm... your penis was near my vagina and you did nothing about it. I mean, I told you we were not having sex, but you didn't even try to put on a condom." Yeah, a girl actually said this. Which, from a girl's perspective, he would have been screwed either path he chose to take especially since the girl is harping on and on and on about how they are not having sex that night. Pretty funny story. My advice, the same one Mark once gave to me concering deviled eggs and a chicken leg: "Make it happen, make it happen." No truer words have been spoken by a rock star.

I have a long ass week ahead of me with work. I have to open tomorrow, close Wed, Thurs and Fri AND work Saturday. Fuck a bank being open on Saturdays. Your deposit still will not go through til Monday night, so why not WAIT til Monday? That $10 rebate check from Viagra can wait to be cashed. (I say Viagra because when you work in the land of elderly snowbirds, you see A LOT of these checks. So gross. I don't even want to touch it.) But I did get to meet Macho Man Randy Savage as he waited in line to make a deposit. Also, the local porn star agency deposited a check by Ron Jeremy. No one else I work with thought that was as cool as I did.

Also, what the hell is up with the USC football team? First, 6 players are arrested after stealing crap (like pictures) from the athletics office after Lou Holtz announced his retirement. Then Demetrius Summers is cut after failing his SECOND drug test. NOW Moe Thompson stole a TV, DVD player and the DVDs Radio and Rudy (Hot on the Black Market) from a dorm room in East Quad. Nice way to welcome Spurrier in, guys. Fuckin' A. Idiots.

This is my future baby daddy, Ben Rothlisberger. I have always loved football. Never been into any other sport, but I can watch game after game of football. All the Gamecock and Panthers games are watched out of pure love for the team and the sports. A diehard fan, fanatic if you will. I will, though, begin watching Steelers games now. Not for the great season they had. Not for almost making it the Super Bowl. No, the soul reason is to see that man right there. Damn, I am going through withdrawls. September 1st needs to get here FAST! (Gamecocks vs. Central Florida. I will not be at work that Friday).

Sunday Stew premires tonight featuring new Viva La Bams. Inferno II tomorrow at 10 on MTV. The Reality Gods are smiling down on me. Thank you. Off to cook dinner now.

"I don't see why they call it Hamburger Helper, it does fine on its own."
Amanda