Now Everyone Will Know!

Uh, duh.....



It takes everything inside of me to NOT put a copy of that comic on the car of the balding fuck who parks his Hummer in my driveway, which blocks me in X3 a week.

ANYWAY, So the lovely Dee G. found the raddest episode of "Intervention", EVER. Which also made me contemplate that fact one of my many hobbies include coming home from the bar and sitting back a watching a insane episode of "Intervention", where drunk chicks cry and run rabid while I sit back double fisting a few Labbatt Blues.
Which made me almost depressed.
But seriously, I am not a drunk or I would totally be on that show.

This was in my saved posts?!?

SHHHHHHHHHHHH! SURPRISE PARTY!!!




"um yeah, you (Jamie) might want to take this picture again" -popcorn guy

I am a good friend. Nick (G-Pa) and I threw CBA a surprise birthday party at the movie theater and we saw WALL-E. I never thought I would ever like a kids movie again, but I LOVED it. Probably because I have a soft spot for robots. Anyway, don't be jealous.



If I could have rap album, this would totally be my cover:



It was sooo rad, I had to carry the birthday boy out. What did you do for your birthday?????

fuck fuck fuck.

(this is what tipsy a T-Rex and Raptor look like .)

My computer is on the fritz cause B.T. thought it would be awesome to download a stupid Trojan so a friend is coming over to look at it. I have been forced to not use Netscape and move over to Flock. After a week, Flock and I are starting to get along. And then I found this:



I am contemplating switching to the "Gloss" edition, but I have not yet and only because when my friends want to use my computer, they will know that I have altered my entire Internet experience so I can focus it around 89% celebrity gossip......BORING to you I know, but this could be a daily positive mood changing experience and yet an embarrassing social one......


Oh and trashfest....

crybaby.

I have two ulcers in my stomach so now I have plenty of time to blog and look outside my window to see fat women buying thighmasters from the resale shop below my apartment and do stupid stuff like drink beer (not allowed with an ulcer) and go to the mall early when people are at work and watch old ladies jog around INSIDE it. That was a super long sentence, but sorry, who the FUCK jogs at the mall. It's not even round like a track.

Here's photo DenseLand was so kind to send me so you can remember how lovely Thighmasters are:

Junk.

Laura said "go to Burger King and take a picture of the drink station. You would put in your blog." Damn straight, Laura. Here is this drink/sandwich pairings she first spotted on a nice summers day:



Oh and here is a survey for all you MySpace survey junkies to fill out:




I always new red nail polish was for whores.


P.S. Chelsea, if you are reading this, I love you.

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