I Know. You Hate Me.

Yes, I know. I promised you guys to post more often, I strang you along, got your hopes up, and smashed them to the ground like Plaxico Burress' football career (zing!).

I'm sorry, I'll try and be better (ahem bullshit ahem).

Anyhow, here's a quick post of the random thoughts going through my head.

These are real thoughts from Friday, 04/03/09 at 5:53 PM.



I f-ing love oysters. If you don't add tabasco, you're a bitch and you're missing out. Apparently my thoughts on a Friday early evening are littered with curse words. That's OK.




Baseball is back and the Mets will begin their pursuit of a World Series Championship. I f-ing love baseball and the Mets. I will undoubtedly be doing a post strictly on this topic soon. Maybe Monday even. It's a date.


It's Friday! I'm getting drunk later! Oops, I mean I will be responsibly enjoying alcoholic beverages at some point!

I'm going to the Bronx Zoo on Sunday. Animals are fun! Didn't a chimpanzee (sp? - too lazy to check) beat a woman down recently? I won't be going to see them -- asshole ass monkeys.

I left my work phone at Tom B's crib yesterday. I need to pick it up.

I need to shave every other day now. I'm a man! One day chin strap, one day.

Enjoy your weekend you fuckers!