Yeah…apparently I’m a dick. Who knew? If asked to describe myself I would tell you that I’m a nice guy with a touch of lime, kneaded, rolled, cut out into little christmas trees, and then baked at 410 ºF for 10 minutes or until light brown.
But no. I’m not a bunch of tasty cookies.
I am a dick.
Today Keon and I were shooting some hoops outside the dorms. You know, working on our game and playing some casual one on one. Well, this one chick walks by us coincidentally at the exact moment that Keon, aka the god of all that involves baskets and balls, air-balls a shot. For some strange reason she finds it necessary to comment…[Keep Reading]
This is really starting to bug me; I can’t figure it out. I’m good at math and I’m good with numbers, but I just can’t seem to figure out how the hell fast food restaurants number their orders. Yeah, so the numbers do go in order, but why don’t they start at 1? Sometimes they start at 100, sometimes they start at 200, and sometimes at 300. What the hell do these numbers at fast food restaurants mean!??
It’s so fun for everyone to blame the government for anything and everything. You get in line at the post office and wait for hours to go turn in your passport renewal forms. When you get to the front of the line, you don’t have the right forms. You have to go home, print then, because they’re out. You come back to turn in your form, and they don’t want it in blue ink. You print out another one, redo it in black ink, and go back, and now they’re closed! You blame the damn government! [Keep Reading]