Friday, December 10, 2010
Guhhh. Cheer me up, Kareem.
There we go.
So yeah. The Holidays are here. We had a Christmas office party today. It was ok, I guess. I wasn't working, so that was good, but it was just an organized stress-free gathering, not necessarily a Partay, if you know what I'm talking about. There's something so unsettling about trying to be social but still needing to be professional. Fuck that noise. There's no middle ground with Icehouse.
Whatever, let's just get through this so I can drink a daiquiri while driving home.
First, we have the dreaded BUTT DRAG. If this kid serves time, I hope somebody quotes Office Space to him.
Eli Young band is like less successful Rascal Flatts. Or emo Big & Rich. Or something awful. Look, fuck them and their Affliction Ed Hardy bullshit.
The NBA has hit it's stride. Things are starting to shake out, the teams are gelling, and Jamal Crawford is breaking your ass down, chump.
Got 'im, Coach.
Just so you don't forget, Rajon Rondo is bananas.
I like to think that everybody in Montana is like this. Don't spoil it for me.
From what I've heard, this video is uncomfortably accurate.
And finally, Grand Theft Auto come to life. I envy this kid.
Well, that was fun. Give us a little escapism, Alana.
See y'all on the other side.