Alaskan boy is not happy with this cold weather.
I'm not looking forward to seeing the "hey, I'm just like you guys" smug face of Peyton Manning on every fuckin' commercial.
John Legend's PDA is a hot song.
I found it ironic that the eye doctor said a couple of my tear ducts are blocked up and I could relieve them with a warm compress.
I've been dreaming more and more about work.
Plain cheese and cereal is an awesome dinner.
All that dairy isn't good for someone that is lactose intolerant.
C Low is still in the god damn shower. Hurry the fuck up.
I want to go snowboarding again and have a "phew, I'm still alive" brush with death.
When you don't have health insurance for a while, it feels really good to have it again.
There's a party for Google on Wednesday. I probably shouldn't go.
People need to stop leaving voicemails because I don't check 'em. Ever. I'm voicemail intolerant.
Instead of saying "I need a haircut" (which I do), I think I'm going to say "I need to get a wax."
I need to get a wax, do laundry, and pay bills before this Friday.