Ee gads its been a long ass time since I've posted a damn thing on this site and for that I truly apologize.
I'm not making any promises but I'm sure I can do better than the 2 month+ stretch its been since my last post.
Anyhow, since I don't really have anything specific in mind for this post, and since I've left you without your Tom_Ace fix for so so long, I present to you today the first installment of...
The Tom_Ace's Friday 06/19/09 Running Diary !!!
Essentially I am going to just make comments on little things I observe throughout the day (thanks for the idea Sports Guy!). So yeah, grab a drink (preferably "The Tom"), sit back, relax, and enjoy motherfuckers!
8:17 AM -- I'm starting to write a blog post. It's been a while now. I'm kind of nervous. Hopefully my readers still like me. (crossing fingers)
8:18 AM -- God, I want a drink.
8:19 AM -- I'm sitting at work not particularly feeling like working. It is Friday after all -- it's the end of the week! Funny thing is I remember thinking to myself earlier this week, "I don't particularly feel like working right now. It's Monday, the beginning of the week!". It's all good though. I'm gonna go outside for a cig break now. In case you were wondering, I'm all about Parliament Lights. When I was younger I used to love having the conversation about what kind of cigarettes I or other smokers smoked. I got a real fucking kick out of it for some reason. I would be all interested about what brand and if they smoked menthol or not. If you blew a smoke ring you would blow my mind. I think maybe the whole thing reinforced to me how cool I was and am for smoking. Now I don't really care to talk about it all that much. OK, I'm lying. TELL ME WHAT KIND OF CIGARETTES YOU SMOKE!! NOW!! Parliament Lights are the best, so don't get it twisted.
8:47 AM -- So I was smoking a cig with my co worker and as we were walking back in the building he screams "porno flicks"! I turned around thinking dude was crazy or on something but then he explained that the back of my shirt read "Kicks, Chicks, and Porno Flix". Damn my youthful urban rebellious fashion sense. I put on the t-shirt this morning not remembering the words on the back of it. Damn it. I asked around the warehouse to see if we had some duct tape laying around that I could use to tape over the obscene part. Of course, we do not. Now whenever I leave my desk I have to tuck in my shirt and look like a douche bag. I'll just tuck in the back and make it look gangsta. Word.
To give you an idea...
Yes, of course I rock the studded belt to work. Yes, of course my pants are always that low.
9:19 AM -- Sometimes drinking coffee makes me feel weird, wired, and antsy, and sometimes it doesn't do shit for me. This morning I am feeling the former. I suspect it could be the 2 shots of espresso I had them put in it today.
9:56 AM -- It's not 10:00 AM yet? I think another cig break is in order.
10:37 AM -- Sorry if this has been boring so far but this morning has not been all that eventful or inspiring to write about. Besides handling my work bi'ness, all I can seem to think about is going out later. While this work week hasn't been too stressful or anything, I really could use a dose of the HDP (homies, drinks, and partying). I'm fairly certain many of you out there can empathize with me. Oh yeah, even though I am a rebel, I decided to turn my t-shirt inside out to alleviate the whole tucking in / douche bag situation and any drama with the office bosses. They win today's battle, but they won't win the war.
12:08 PM -- So... it's almost time for lunch. Usually I bypass eating any kind of meal during lunch and I go to the gym and get my swoll on. If you haven't seen me lately... phew! Straight Cotton D. OK, I pretty much look the same but I'm much more physically fit than I have been in a while -- ever maybe. I'm considering going on a diet to cut some weight too but I'm not sure if it's that serious yet. If you've read this blog before you know how much I love food so it'd be tough. A couple more sets of abdominal excercises wouldn't hurt my cause either. I'm feeling pretty good though. Regardless, today I won't be going to the gym and instead will probably make a quick mall / Target trip. I got some shit I need to pick up.
1: 38 PM -- As planned I went to the mall and got myself a new silicone case for my Storm. This one is neon green cause I'm gangster like that. Somehow my old one tore and my idea to heat it up and meld it back together didn't work out so well. Apparently silicone cases are not like plastic. I held the torn part above my lit zippo for a while and all of a sudden it started turning white and disintegrating. It was pretty cool except I was in my office at the time and it started to smell something wicked. The HR lady at work was walking around at the time too. She didn't say anything to me though. Anyhow, I also got 3 crunchy tacos, fiesta potatoes, and a mountain dew for lunch. Ironically I actually would have preferred to just have the protein shake I have after my workouts at the gym. Shit is functional, flavorful, and refreshing.
1:40 PM -- The screen print graphics on my inside out t-shirt keep sticking to my lower back -- fuck.
2:06 PM -- Bone Thugs-N-Harmony "1st of the Month" just came on my slacker radio player. I remember when I was young and had this song on tape after I recorded it off the radio. I also remember a time when I kept playing and stopping the song so I could memorize the lyrics. Unfortunately I had a hard ass time just understanding those fools, especially that crazy ass Bizzy Bone. Unfortunately I still can't understand those fools. Now my slacker radio is playing Pink. At least I can understand what this bird is saying.
2:38 PM -- I'm officially burned out on this week. Shit, I don't even want to do this right now and this is for "pleasure." I persevere though for you, my dedicated audience. After seeing two episodes of Top Chef Masters so far, I gotta say I approve. 3 and half to 4 stars. I heard host Kelly Choi could be kind of annoying but she doesn't really have enough camera time to get to that level. They have her presenting the challenges and getting the hell out of the way. I think the adjusted tournament format of the show works out fairly well too. I didn't see how they could get all those "master" chefs to move into one apartment for a month like they do the regular contestants. Plus could you imagine Elizabeth Faulkner making out with Wiley Dufresne on the couch one night and then things being really awkward between them the next day because they both have significant others? Yeah, me either. Plus I'm pretty sure Faulkner digs chicks -- nice. Padma fo'eva.
3:01 PM -- Despite some struggles this year, this has to be in here somewhere: Let's Go Mets! We're kicking some (Devil) Ray ass this weekend.
3:14 PM -- I really want a new tattoo. I've been toying with a bunch of ideas in my head as of late, most recently thinking about adding a Japanese style dragon to my right shoulder above an existing tattoo on my upper bicep area. Thoughts?
3:45 PM -- Brain. OFF.
Alright folks, I'm getting outta work soon so I gotta end this thing. Have a great weekend and drink tons for your boy.
As always, be careful. I love you, aight?
