BORDER(S)ing on Theft

Thanks to Borders Bucks, I came away with three new DVDs this afternoon. In order from least gay to most:

Oldboy - Nothing at all gay about amateur dentistry and death by claw hammer.

Fright Night - Vampires are a little bit gay.

Four Weddings and a Funeral - A Hugh Grant film.

D-Lo Down :(

WWE, amidst their cost-cutting measures despite being more profitable than ever before, has released Acie Connor, aka D-Lo Brown, aka the black wrestling Jesus. I don't recognize anymore, D-Lo. I just don't. :*(



I almost blame him. He should have brought back the chest protector. That's money.

And for Lee: Chyna, Chyna Doll, Chynna, Chynna Doll, Joanie Laurer, Joanie Lee, Just Joanie

UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Val Venis has also been cut. THIS IS A SHENANIGAN. The entire opening match from 1998's Summerslam is now unemployed. January 9th will live in infamy!



On the other hand, maybe he and the Godfather can re-form their short lived "Supply and Demand" tag team, which I consider to be one of the top five tag team names ever conceived, real or imagined.

Irrational Anger + Problem Solving

I woke up at 4:30 this morning, feeling quite the draft. So I EXTREME HOME MAKEOVERED my window. YEAH, BOY. Plastic, double sided tape and a hair dryer later, Mother Nature has met her match and I'm toasty warm! DEAL WITH IT, Gaea!

I... Overindulged

Suffice to say I had a great time last night between mall trolling at Tuttle, dinner at Panda Inn, exposing three people to the wonders of Wrestling Society X, and somehow winding up on Cleveland Avenue inside a Meijer at 4 am. Paid for it today though. No regrets. Thanks for coming out, you seven awesome folks.

Amanda And Lucas For The Win

Never have I been so touched than when Amanda walked into her living room with this on a platter. And it tasted great to boot! Thank you so much!

Lines form on my face and hands

Well, Katie just woke me up with a phone call to tell me that I'm old, so I might as well update here before conking back out.

At 9 am (eight hours or so from when I'm typing this) I will have been officially rockin' the party that rocks the body for twenty-six years. Still feeling pretty okay about this one, as mentioned a couple of days ago.

As for tonight, who wants to drink and hang out!?

Shut-in

I just realized something. I haven't seen another human being in over seventy-two hours.



If only I had his pocketbook.

Gene Autry and Me

Last year at around this time, I was on the cusp of turning twenty-five years old, and I got really depressed over it. For me, it was one of those landmark days where I'd lived a quarter of a century and I looked back on all that I'd accomplished, or not accomplished. More the latter, really. I went out on my birthday and drank, but that was really all I did to mark the occasion. In retrospect, I'm not sure why I let it get to me so much. As Aaliyah sang years before her fiery death, "Age ain't nothing but a number." Anyhow, I turn twenty-six on Monday, and to be perfectly honest, all I want to do is drink with my friends. So, let's make that happen, huh?

Ashley and Franz are Wrong

Unlike them, I enjoyed Kat Dennings' cleavage... I mean, the film The House Bunny. Yes.


The victory of boobs

Happy New Year

2008 is over. Praise be.