No Good Deed

I think we all know how this story goes, but I've never quite experienced it at this level of intensity. The unforeseen consequences of being a nice guy were way to much for me to handle this week. The inane hooplah of my car being stolen (don't worry, the epic saga will be posted when my nerves are steady enough to finish it) was completely trumped by a major friendship fallout. So for all of you kind people out there- stop it. Stop paying for people when you go out on dates. Stop buying people drinks. Stop considering other peoples feelings when you make a decision that does not directly concern them. Stop overtly adjusting your behavior so you don't step on someone's insecurities. You know what I mean.

Listen To:
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Yeah, this is how my week was.

Little Did I know...

That Wednesday afternoons at Tremont's cutest coffee shop, Civilization, was the locale for the committee on arts,culture, and absolute nothingness. I strolled into the neighborhood spot for an escape from the University library to discover Matt Wasco, a dude name Chuck, a wild local bartender by the name of Allison (if you've been to Duck Island in Ohio City, she's hard to forget), and some girl named Jessica. The topics of conversation were the expense of Asian babies, and of course, my decision to purchase "the club". After absolutely nothing was accomplished by virtue of our conversation, I realized I needed to get back to school. Hearts and Minds guys.

Stay tuned for my next epic post.

It's about how my car was stolen and it stars Ben Stiller!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am tired...like... all the time.

Do you remember when your parents (or old people you used to know) told you that "When you become my age, you'll be exhausted!" or "The old bones are weary..." or "I'm old and tired so I'm not taking you to get ice cream"? Well.... at the ripe age of 26, I think I finally understand this concept of being old and tired. I'm exhausted most of the time (sidenote: I was diagnosed with exhaustion recently), even on days where I've gotten a full night's sleep the night before. All I want to do most of the time is sit or lay down on a flat or semi-flat surface. Whats worse is that this exhaustion makes very little chemical sense, at least to me. I'm usually hopped up on tons of caffiene, overly anxious, and my mind races like Cuba Gooding Jr.'s Snowdogs. So if I don't seem as high energy as I used to be... this is my reasoning: I'm old, I'm tired, and I'm not taking you for ice cream.

Making Good Use of Time

Our dear friend Fast Eddie has obviously been doing a great deal with his life since moving from Ohio to Las Vegas, Nevada. Here's the Myspace post he just sent all of his adoring friends.

From:	eddie
Date:	Sep 3, 2007 5:02 PM
Subject:	victory is mine!
Body:	it might have taken me a little over 20 years, but at the ripe age of 29.. i have finally defeated super mario bros! the picture of this triumphant day is located in my photos. i would like to thank aaron cash for his wisdom in world 8-2 and kris (mr. in and out) blausey for his magic in world 8-4.

Thanks Eddie. Get a Job.