2011 sucked. Sucked isn't the right word, because it was way worse. The kidney infection that put me in the hospital was like a happy time in comparison to what happened shortly after.
My little brother died. Jimmy. We were close….and he meant the world to me. Now my world is gone. It's been a really hard road for my family and I, but we are somehow still crawling along through the shit. We are like Shawshank up in here, but I honestly don't know if the shit tunnel will ever end.
Anyway, I haven't felt like waking up in the morning, let alone blogging. But now I am at the point where I need to do something or I will implode.
So, I am starting a new blog. I think I will call it, "life sucks and then your brother dies". I'm kidding. That's awful. Even if it is true.
It's not going to be all like, "waa waaa, feel sorry for me" or anything. It will be like this one. Focusing on stupid stuff helps me repress all my soul-crushing thoughts and emotions, so I will continue to ramble on about lame crap I'm sure. I just need a change of scenery.
So yeah, this is probably my last post on here. If you want my new blog url, hit me up and I'll send it to you as soon as I set the shit up.
Peace out jerks.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Thursday, February 17, 2011
If you wanna poo, poo in this
It occurred to me today that there are tons of people that have never scrubbed and cleaned a bathroom before. I always think of it as just something that you have to do from time to time, but it really isn’t. Not for everyone. And I’m not even talking about rich people. Of course Paris Hilton has never had to clean a toilet. But there are dudes that went from mom to college to girlfriend to wife, and they can be in their forties and have never, ever had to spray scrubbing bubbles in the tub and lean over to try and vigorously scrub away the stains that form underneath their shampoo. This is almost incomprehensible to me. To me it’s just something like laundry, taxes and breathing.
Lucky bastards. I will say that there is something humbling about being crouched down next to your toilet, trying to scrub away God knows what underneath the base of the bowl. The feeling of cleanness and accomplishment afterwards is nice too. But it’s not like I would shed any tears if you said, “Krissy, you will never have to clean a bathroom again”. That would be amazing. Then again…who the hell would clean it??
I know being a chic makes me pretty much the obvious choice in household scrubbing duties. And that’s fine because it’s not the worst thing. I hate to stereotype (but I will anyway); most dudes don’t really clean. Yes they will straighten up. They will organize. They will de-clutter. But their idea of cleaning a bathroom is wiping down the sink, throwing your blow dryer in a drawer you will never think of opening, and squirting some toilet bowl cleaner in the toilet. I would rather do it myself.
Hanging picture frames and fixing broken things are things I absolutely LOATHE doing. But most dudes would rather hang 100 picture frames then get on their hands and knees and clean the bathroom floor. Maybe it’s a fair trade. Hm.
Blah. I have been uninspired lately, which I think is pretty obvious by my lack of blogs. Uninspired or lazy. Or both. I want to change this whole page, but I have to wait until I get my sweet new computer. Is that just another excuse? Maybe.
I had the flu for ten days and I feel like I have sweat out every fluid inside of me. I am so fucking thirsty all the time now! In my normal dramatic fashion, I had pretty much told everyone I was on my deathbed, and started passing out dibs on my stuff to my sisters and friends. Sorry everyone, I’m still alive. No coffeemaker for you, Kathy. Hopefully you value me more than a coffeemaker; if not, maybe you can have hope in the fact that at any moment I could be hit by a bus full of nuns, or spontaneously combust in the check-out line at Target.
In other sad news, I haven’t had a beer in a week. Or wine. Or whiskey. Oh my God. I really might spontaneously combust.
Lucky bastards. I will say that there is something humbling about being crouched down next to your toilet, trying to scrub away God knows what underneath the base of the bowl. The feeling of cleanness and accomplishment afterwards is nice too. But it’s not like I would shed any tears if you said, “Krissy, you will never have to clean a bathroom again”. That would be amazing. Then again…who the hell would clean it??
I know being a chic makes me pretty much the obvious choice in household scrubbing duties. And that’s fine because it’s not the worst thing. I hate to stereotype (but I will anyway); most dudes don’t really clean. Yes they will straighten up. They will organize. They will de-clutter. But their idea of cleaning a bathroom is wiping down the sink, throwing your blow dryer in a drawer you will never think of opening, and squirting some toilet bowl cleaner in the toilet. I would rather do it myself.
Hanging picture frames and fixing broken things are things I absolutely LOATHE doing. But most dudes would rather hang 100 picture frames then get on their hands and knees and clean the bathroom floor. Maybe it’s a fair trade. Hm.
Blah. I have been uninspired lately, which I think is pretty obvious by my lack of blogs. Uninspired or lazy. Or both. I want to change this whole page, but I have to wait until I get my sweet new computer. Is that just another excuse? Maybe.
I had the flu for ten days and I feel like I have sweat out every fluid inside of me. I am so fucking thirsty all the time now! In my normal dramatic fashion, I had pretty much told everyone I was on my deathbed, and started passing out dibs on my stuff to my sisters and friends. Sorry everyone, I’m still alive. No coffeemaker for you, Kathy. Hopefully you value me more than a coffeemaker; if not, maybe you can have hope in the fact that at any moment I could be hit by a bus full of nuns, or spontaneously combust in the check-out line at Target.
In other sad news, I haven’t had a beer in a week. Or wine. Or whiskey. Oh my God. I really might spontaneously combust.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
We built this city....
...on many things, and not a single one of them has to do with Lebron.
This town is going to be A-OK. So, we were all duped by an egocentric infant. We all put our faith in someone that we thought was the real thing, only to have that someone rip our hearts out. WE WILL GET OVER IT.
The Cavaliers could surprise us, who knows. If I were anyone on that team, I would work my ass off to show the world that I wasn’t just a scrub. That I wasn’t just a piece of Lebron’s twisted puzzle. And…if they don’t, well…..they are still our Cavs.
And in some weird ass way…isn’t it kind of fun hating Lebron? I mean, he couldn’t win us a championship. Every year was a serious disappointment. After those last few games I couldn’t help but think, “who needs you anyway?? Not us!” (which is sooo not true, because in many, many ways we needed Lebron). So if we can’t worship him, what’s the next best thing?
Hating his filthy guts! :)
And he makes it SOOOOO easy! I mean, now he’s saying that Akron people hate Cleveland people??? Speak for yourself, buddy! I mean, really. I know that there is a little bit of that in some parts of these great cities, but as a former resident of both I can attest to the fact that we all consider ourselves Ohioans. The Akron pride thing can seem a little facist at times, but they are just proud of their city. Other than my ex (you know who you are!), I don’t know too many Akronites that hate Cleveland. I know I love Akron!
I don’t know…maybe I’m being too cheerfully optimistic. Either way, if I were Akron I would tell Lebron to stop speaking for me. And then I would also tell him to punch himself in the nuts.
ANYWAY...how about those Browns??
I’m actually getting worried with all these injury reports. Hardesty, Zastudil, D’Qwell, and now Massaquoi? WTF?? I swear if Cribbs or Thomas gets hurt, I will throw a mini temper tantrum. For now, I am taking deep breaths and patiently awaiting the first (real) game. I AM SO EXCITED FOR FOOTBALL!!!! I just can’t take it! I went to training camp a few weeks ago, and they just looked great. And the first preseason game, they looked great again. But if I have learned anything in my 32-years of being a Browns fan, it’s that preseason means absolutely nothing. I mean, it’s fun to watch guys you usually don’t see play very much, and it’s fun to listen to Bernie. But we have many really wonderful preseasons, only to result in a horrible regular season.
We will see. No matter what, I’m excited! I can’t wait to get my heat warmers and my big browns coat and brave the cold snow off the shores of our lovely Lake Erie. Tailgating, football, friends……it doesn’t get much better.
Lebron WHO?
This town is going to be A-OK. So, we were all duped by an egocentric infant. We all put our faith in someone that we thought was the real thing, only to have that someone rip our hearts out. WE WILL GET OVER IT.
The Cavaliers could surprise us, who knows. If I were anyone on that team, I would work my ass off to show the world that I wasn’t just a scrub. That I wasn’t just a piece of Lebron’s twisted puzzle. And…if they don’t, well…..they are still our Cavs.
And in some weird ass way…isn’t it kind of fun hating Lebron? I mean, he couldn’t win us a championship. Every year was a serious disappointment. After those last few games I couldn’t help but think, “who needs you anyway?? Not us!” (which is sooo not true, because in many, many ways we needed Lebron). So if we can’t worship him, what’s the next best thing?
Hating his filthy guts! :)
And he makes it SOOOOO easy! I mean, now he’s saying that Akron people hate Cleveland people??? Speak for yourself, buddy! I mean, really. I know that there is a little bit of that in some parts of these great cities, but as a former resident of both I can attest to the fact that we all consider ourselves Ohioans. The Akron pride thing can seem a little facist at times, but they are just proud of their city. Other than my ex (you know who you are!), I don’t know too many Akronites that hate Cleveland. I know I love Akron!
I don’t know…maybe I’m being too cheerfully optimistic. Either way, if I were Akron I would tell Lebron to stop speaking for me. And then I would also tell him to punch himself in the nuts.
ANYWAY...how about those Browns??
I’m actually getting worried with all these injury reports. Hardesty, Zastudil, D’Qwell, and now Massaquoi? WTF?? I swear if Cribbs or Thomas gets hurt, I will throw a mini temper tantrum. For now, I am taking deep breaths and patiently awaiting the first (real) game. I AM SO EXCITED FOR FOOTBALL!!!! I just can’t take it! I went to training camp a few weeks ago, and they just looked great. And the first preseason game, they looked great again. But if I have learned anything in my 32-years of being a Browns fan, it’s that preseason means absolutely nothing. I mean, it’s fun to watch guys you usually don’t see play very much, and it’s fun to listen to Bernie. But we have many really wonderful preseasons, only to result in a horrible regular season.
We will see. No matter what, I’m excited! I can’t wait to get my heat warmers and my big browns coat and brave the cold snow off the shores of our lovely Lake Erie. Tailgating, football, friends……it doesn’t get much better.
Lebron WHO?
Monday, August 16, 2010
Time to start collecting Star Trek action figures....
So my buddy nikki, my other retarded half, is moving to sunny Florida. I am going to miss her like crazy, but I am also excited for her at the same time. I seriously can't imagine her not being around....it really just hasn't hit me yet. it's going to be sad times when it does.
You know what's even more sad? My 32-year old ass is moving into my parents' basement through the winter. It's just for a few months, but I'm going to have a hard time being out of the city, and also not having all my things around me. People that are close to me already know this, but my parents house is full of other humans. It will be me, mom, dad, sonny boy, the girl, and grandma. my sisters and my niece and nephew all live within a mile of the house, so they are over a lot too. how crazy is it that I am going to live with my parents AND my little brother, my little brother's girlfriend, AND my soon-to-be 90-year old grandma? my soon-to-be 90-year old grandma that is not your typical milk and cookies, pinch your cheeks and say nice things grandma.....more like the you shouldn't eat that you're getting fat, why are you wearing that you like like a prostitute, bring me a better fork this one is too heavy, you shouldn't have put nuts in the carrot cake otherwise it was okay kind of grandma. but...she is getting old, she is still pretty witty and it might not be the worst thing ever to spend some time with her.
i say that now. ask me if i still feel this way in two months.
at least i will have a ton of blog material :)
i AM excited to spend more time with the family. and my bed will be lovingly placed right next to my dad's bar. there's a fridge, but no tap. i will have to work on that.
Another thing I'm excited about....football season is here!!!! yay!!! AND i am back on a fantasy team. Shake 'n' Bake has been resurrected. I didn't do it last year so i feel so out of the loop. i mean, LT was still the number one back on the list the last time i played. it has totally changed since then. and I'm in a league with my brother, brothers-in-law, and even my sisters! it's going to be sweetness. i seriously need to study up.
the effects of a whiskey island summer sunday are starting to hit me. time for some dinner, tv, and lots of zzzzzs.
You know what's even more sad? My 32-year old ass is moving into my parents' basement through the winter. It's just for a few months, but I'm going to have a hard time being out of the city, and also not having all my things around me. People that are close to me already know this, but my parents house is full of other humans. It will be me, mom, dad, sonny boy, the girl, and grandma. my sisters and my niece and nephew all live within a mile of the house, so they are over a lot too. how crazy is it that I am going to live with my parents AND my little brother, my little brother's girlfriend, AND my soon-to-be 90-year old grandma? my soon-to-be 90-year old grandma that is not your typical milk and cookies, pinch your cheeks and say nice things grandma.....more like the you shouldn't eat that you're getting fat, why are you wearing that you like like a prostitute, bring me a better fork this one is too heavy, you shouldn't have put nuts in the carrot cake otherwise it was okay kind of grandma. but...she is getting old, she is still pretty witty and it might not be the worst thing ever to spend some time with her.
i say that now. ask me if i still feel this way in two months.
at least i will have a ton of blog material :)
i AM excited to spend more time with the family. and my bed will be lovingly placed right next to my dad's bar. there's a fridge, but no tap. i will have to work on that.
Another thing I'm excited about....football season is here!!!! yay!!! AND i am back on a fantasy team. Shake 'n' Bake has been resurrected. I didn't do it last year so i feel so out of the loop. i mean, LT was still the number one back on the list the last time i played. it has totally changed since then. and I'm in a league with my brother, brothers-in-law, and even my sisters! it's going to be sweetness. i seriously need to study up.
the effects of a whiskey island summer sunday are starting to hit me. time for some dinner, tv, and lots of zzzzzs.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Icehouse will kill your goalie and kick itself down your throat
I attempted to watch a soccer game last week...and...um....i couldn't finish. i was sooo bored! i mean, what? THIS is what everyone in the world is so passionate about?? yikes. It feels like bad sex. it's like you are constantly RIGHT there, but you just can't get it in the hole. they jab around but never quite make it in. when they finally do, it's like sooooo unsatisfying.
no wonder they say "goooooaaaaalll" for so long. they need to stretch it out because it might not happen again. literally.
and then there are so many ties (which somehow equal wins), the scores are super low and the clock pretty much means nothing. i mean...what's the point of that thing anyway?
maybe i'm too much of an american football girl, i don't know. i just can't see how people can watch an entire soccer match at all, let alone with any sort of intensity. i mean, i love the history of soccer and the culture behind all of it....i love that the whole world is involved....i just can't do it. i tried. maybe i will give it another shot during the next US game....we will see.
and those horns are NOT helping. although my favorite thing about soccer right now is the vuvuzela app on my phone. instantly adds annoyance to anything. so great.
In more local news....our new fern has a name, and that name is Don King. As crazy-haired as the man whom after he is named, he looks very handsome on the porch in between his two lovely ladies. I'm thinking they should be named Patience and Impatience, the Impatiens....but i will have to run that by nikki when we are sober. what? the plants will die by then? very funny.
I just hope DK doesn't start setting up fights between the marigolds and the herbs. If he does....I'm putting money on the herbs. That mint is a BEAST.
Did i say mint? i meant "mojito plant".
Also, we somehow drank this Icehouse tall boy that we've had in the fridge since we pretty much moved in. we ran out of beer, and even though Danny was on his way with more, we couldn't wait.
BAD call. the only way out of Icehouse City is with a raging headache and the desire to want to rip your stomach out. How did i ever drink those when i was younger? oh yeah, i was younger.
So other than leaving this weekend with a horrible hangover, it was pretty good. I actually took off Friday and rode the towpath trail with Gary, my bike. He and I haven't been there in years. it was great. we were both very happy and filled with memories. Seriously though, i don't know if it was because it was 9am and still a little cool, the sun was shining everywhere and the views were so pretty....but the endorphins were kicking like crazy in my brain. i felt really, really happy and full of life. when i got to about eight miles, i was thinking about how i could go thirty miles, but i wanted to go shower up for my lunch date with my old buddy lizette. when i turned around, it was more uphill, it got warmer and i had greatly overestimated my energy level. holy jeez. it was not as "wow, the world is so pretty i'm so happy" it was more like, "ugh....where is the next mile marker???". So i went 16 miles (before noon even!), got to my buddies house and showered, then met lizette and mike d at the old lime spider, now called the Lockview, for lunch. it was yummy. Any grilled cheese with goat cheese is a friend of mine.
Also I bought some homemade strawberry jam from Lizette, which i highly recommend...she sells it for 4 bucks a jar and it's delicious!!
it's weird hanging out in the AK again....but i must say they are doing some nice things. it looks a lot better than when i lived there and zip strip paraded it up.
tonight i will be out in the rowdy....and will hopefully find a nice patio to drink some yummies on. and by "yummies" i mean the sweat of young Philippino men. Jk. that's gross. any young man will do.
i need a beer.
no wonder they say "goooooaaaaalll" for so long. they need to stretch it out because it might not happen again. literally.
and then there are so many ties (which somehow equal wins), the scores are super low and the clock pretty much means nothing. i mean...what's the point of that thing anyway?
maybe i'm too much of an american football girl, i don't know. i just can't see how people can watch an entire soccer match at all, let alone with any sort of intensity. i mean, i love the history of soccer and the culture behind all of it....i love that the whole world is involved....i just can't do it. i tried. maybe i will give it another shot during the next US game....we will see.
and those horns are NOT helping. although my favorite thing about soccer right now is the vuvuzela app on my phone. instantly adds annoyance to anything. so great.
In more local news....our new fern has a name, and that name is Don King. As crazy-haired as the man whom after he is named, he looks very handsome on the porch in between his two lovely ladies. I'm thinking they should be named Patience and Impatience, the Impatiens....but i will have to run that by nikki when we are sober. what? the plants will die by then? very funny.
I just hope DK doesn't start setting up fights between the marigolds and the herbs. If he does....I'm putting money on the herbs. That mint is a BEAST.
Did i say mint? i meant "mojito plant".
Also, we somehow drank this Icehouse tall boy that we've had in the fridge since we pretty much moved in. we ran out of beer, and even though Danny was on his way with more, we couldn't wait.
BAD call. the only way out of Icehouse City is with a raging headache and the desire to want to rip your stomach out. How did i ever drink those when i was younger? oh yeah, i was younger.
So other than leaving this weekend with a horrible hangover, it was pretty good. I actually took off Friday and rode the towpath trail with Gary, my bike. He and I haven't been there in years. it was great. we were both very happy and filled with memories. Seriously though, i don't know if it was because it was 9am and still a little cool, the sun was shining everywhere and the views were so pretty....but the endorphins were kicking like crazy in my brain. i felt really, really happy and full of life. when i got to about eight miles, i was thinking about how i could go thirty miles, but i wanted to go shower up for my lunch date with my old buddy lizette. when i turned around, it was more uphill, it got warmer and i had greatly overestimated my energy level. holy jeez. it was not as "wow, the world is so pretty i'm so happy" it was more like, "ugh....where is the next mile marker???". So i went 16 miles (before noon even!), got to my buddies house and showered, then met lizette and mike d at the old lime spider, now called the Lockview, for lunch. it was yummy. Any grilled cheese with goat cheese is a friend of mine.
Also I bought some homemade strawberry jam from Lizette, which i highly recommend...she sells it for 4 bucks a jar and it's delicious!!
it's weird hanging out in the AK again....but i must say they are doing some nice things. it looks a lot better than when i lived there and zip strip paraded it up.
tonight i will be out in the rowdy....and will hopefully find a nice patio to drink some yummies on. and by "yummies" i mean the sweat of young Philippino men. Jk. that's gross. any young man will do.
i need a beer.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Make him an offer he can't refuse...
By now everyone knows that Tom Izzo has spoken with Dan Gilbert about his offer to coach the Cavs. I know Gilbert loooves Michigan State Universtity and the state of Michigan in general, but it feels like fanboy moves to try and get him to coach for us.
Not that Tom Izzo isn’t amazing. He is seriously one of the best college coaches of all-time. But I just thought it was kind of a weird move. Ideally, if money were no object, I would say he should probably stay in college ball. He’s just so good at it. BUT….all these people that are pissed off at him for considering the Cavs job are really getting on my nerves. Dan Gilbert offered him 30 MILLION dollars. At that point he really has to think about his family and his career, because with that money he is set for life. Whether or not the Cavs thing works out in the long run, he will be set, his kids will be pretty set. Secondly, maybe he actually wants to try something else out. He already mastered coaching college hoops. Why not try his hand at something else? It may not work out (and in most cases it doesn’t), but he might feel like he owes it to himself to try. The only way to really grow is to continually challenge yourself. This would definitely do that.
But….will Lebron stay? That feels like the deal maker or breaker. I mean, really…without Lebron, this team is shot. Izzo could still take the 30 million and coach the team, whether or not Lebron is there. But whether or not this will work out all depends on Mr. James. Mr. James, who is totally being a prima donna. I know he sort of has to be that way, but I feel like he is getting way too into it. and I mean, I want him to stay. He is an incredible athlete, and could very well be the best. But I’m sick of everyone fucking kissing his ass.
I was sooooo disappointed when he played those last few games against Boston. Not because he played shitty. Not because we lost. But because he didn’t even look like he cared. There was something different about him. In his eyes, in the way he carried himself…..in everything. You could see it. You could FEEL it. And you know what? FUCK HIM. This city went crazy supporting him and the team and sat on the edge of our seats with pain in our hearts as we watched him just GIVE UP. he fucking gave up.
Fuck him for that. seriously.
If he had some glorious unselfish reason that he gave up on us, I would love to hear it. because it felt like one of your heroes just ignored you and walked away.
With that said, I still want him to come back. Part of me doesn’t, but the other part really wants james and some really great roster moves. James and Bosch?? That would be amazing.
Right now I am in love with…
The Seidio phone case for my droid
Cilantro
Goat cheese
pamplemousse la croix
The mojito plant in our backyard
Lake erie monster
Butter and corn from Szalay’s farm
Liquid planet
The Blind Side and Michael Oher (even if he IS a raven now)
Rita’s Italian ice and custard
My new gingham sandals
rare to medium-rare prime rib burgers on the grill with fresh bread
Radlers and other types of Lemonade beer
Cupcake experimentation
How my niece literally knows all the words to "hey soul sister"
napping in the sun
Right now I have murderous thoughts about…
The Celtics
The constant horn sound during the world cup games…matches…whatever.
The assfucks at Conklin dairy farm
The spiders hanging out all over our back porch
People that talk for ten minutes straight without taking a breath
2:30 fatigue
the mess that is route 77
Aight. I'm out. one last thing....does anyone know when Gilbert became an Italian gangster?
Izzo and James? fuhgettaboudit.
Not that Tom Izzo isn’t amazing. He is seriously one of the best college coaches of all-time. But I just thought it was kind of a weird move. Ideally, if money were no object, I would say he should probably stay in college ball. He’s just so good at it. BUT….all these people that are pissed off at him for considering the Cavs job are really getting on my nerves. Dan Gilbert offered him 30 MILLION dollars. At that point he really has to think about his family and his career, because with that money he is set for life. Whether or not the Cavs thing works out in the long run, he will be set, his kids will be pretty set. Secondly, maybe he actually wants to try something else out. He already mastered coaching college hoops. Why not try his hand at something else? It may not work out (and in most cases it doesn’t), but he might feel like he owes it to himself to try. The only way to really grow is to continually challenge yourself. This would definitely do that.
But….will Lebron stay? That feels like the deal maker or breaker. I mean, really…without Lebron, this team is shot. Izzo could still take the 30 million and coach the team, whether or not Lebron is there. But whether or not this will work out all depends on Mr. James. Mr. James, who is totally being a prima donna. I know he sort of has to be that way, but I feel like he is getting way too into it. and I mean, I want him to stay. He is an incredible athlete, and could very well be the best. But I’m sick of everyone fucking kissing his ass.
I was sooooo disappointed when he played those last few games against Boston. Not because he played shitty. Not because we lost. But because he didn’t even look like he cared. There was something different about him. In his eyes, in the way he carried himself…..in everything. You could see it. You could FEEL it. And you know what? FUCK HIM. This city went crazy supporting him and the team and sat on the edge of our seats with pain in our hearts as we watched him just GIVE UP. he fucking gave up.
Fuck him for that. seriously.
If he had some glorious unselfish reason that he gave up on us, I would love to hear it. because it felt like one of your heroes just ignored you and walked away.
With that said, I still want him to come back. Part of me doesn’t, but the other part really wants james and some really great roster moves. James and Bosch?? That would be amazing.
Right now I am in love with…
The Seidio phone case for my droid
Cilantro
Goat cheese
pamplemousse la croix
The mojito plant in our backyard
Lake erie monster
Butter and corn from Szalay’s farm
Liquid planet
The Blind Side and Michael Oher (even if he IS a raven now)
Rita’s Italian ice and custard
My new gingham sandals
rare to medium-rare prime rib burgers on the grill with fresh bread
Radlers and other types of Lemonade beer
Cupcake experimentation
How my niece literally knows all the words to "hey soul sister"
napping in the sun
Right now I have murderous thoughts about…
The Celtics
The constant horn sound during the world cup games…matches…whatever.
The assfucks at Conklin dairy farm
The spiders hanging out all over our back porch
People that talk for ten minutes straight without taking a breath
2:30 fatigue
the mess that is route 77
Aight. I'm out. one last thing....does anyone know when Gilbert became an Italian gangster?
Izzo and James? fuhgettaboudit.
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