so.
i was going to post a blog last night about how i feel old, and how a lot of my friends (and sister) are married and a bunch are starting to have kids, and how, at my age now, my dad already had two kids and had been married for eight years, and that made me sad and i really thought a depressing blog would be...well...depressing.
but seriously. how the poo is it already november of the year 2008?
remember y2k? people were scared. they bought water, and bread, and guns, and moved into shelters. we should find those people and let them know 2008 is almost over. man. that'll be a good knee slapper. "hey, guy. you thought the world was ending. surprise!'
two weeks vacation. that would be nice. not in a bunker with water, and bread, and guns. for eight years. but two weeks. with naps. and comic books. and movies. and newcastle.
have you ever had one of those weeks? i feel like this week is one of those weeks. and it makes me tired. and i know. you're thinking to yourself, 'eddie, you're always tired.' by jove, that's the truth. but there's a tireder tired. and that's what i'm rockin' right now.
also, the use of the term 'crackers' comes from kristina, who always says 'crappers.' i swear though, every time she says it i think she's saying 'crackers.' so, i started saying, 'crackers.' it's fun. unless you're at a wedding full of black people. i guess. at least kristina didn't think it was funny. hahahhaha. that kinda made it more funny.
shoooo.
good times.
sorry about the boring blog post. it's possible i'm boring. that would lead to boringness being written. stoopid awake.
3 comments:
"crackers" is such a racist term. you hate honkies don't you?
nice tags. old, sleepy, tired, y2k.
y2k was the best. i was a consultant at the time, raking in the big bucks because, well, all computers were going to fry and atms would either shut down or be spewing out 20s like 50cent at a strip club. no one wanted either scenario.
almost 10 years later, i think it's funny to look at the parnoia that was swiffering the nation in 1999. wonder what's happened to all that water; amazing, but it does go bad.
in fact, i think i'm going to have a whole blog post about y2k. it makes me laugh.
and feel old, sleepy, and tired.
my 'word verification' captcha is 'dedod.' stellar.
Easy Killer [ironically your initials as well] - some of us out here really ARE old with no kids and siblings that plan to sprout. Kids ain't for everybody - I actually secrete a pharamone that makes babies cry and small children fear. Good thing I ain't havin' any. Rock forth...
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