I like

I like the name of a song I just heard: "Sex on Fire". It's by the Kings of Leon. Song itself? Not so great. More or less meh. But title? Hell yes. A fun little seasonal german lesson for you: Hexa = witch. Ich bin eine Hexa = I am a witch (shut it! I will be a slutty one next weekend in Boston, but today? No witch here.). Du bist eine Hexa = YOU are a witch. Du bist DAS Hexa = You are THE witch. Got it? Now go practice on that bitch, I mean witch, that's been bothering you.

Damn it

I screwed up my 100th post. I was so into posting lame pictures I didn't realize that the big 1-0-0 was fast approaching. That, and Charlie is resting and recovering from a little back incident earlier this week. He's not his usual self, nowhere near up to writing his first post. Stay tuned for that!

Hate her

This is the stupid Tracy girl from the RedEye.

Hate her.

She is totally stupid.

Not even cute.

(clearly, today is my day to just import pictures and write stupid things. Lame. I know.)

Happy Thursday

Too bad, so sad

I am a Cubs fan. Like, the kind that bleed Cubbie blue. I could care less, generally, about the White Sox. It's their fans that are the problem. I wanted to cheer for them. I really did. When the Cubs season was over the other night, I wanted to look to the White Sox. I am a baseball fan too, and I will watch games until the end of the World Series. The White Sox fans make it impossible for me to care about the team at all. Some asshole wrote a song mocking the Eddie Vedder song written for the Cubs. Seriously? And the Sox started handing out and using stupid white towels for people to wave around when the Sox did good things. NEITHER of these ideas are original. See, asshole, the song Eddie Vedder wrote was an ode to his childhood here. He was asked to write something, and being a thru-and-thru Cubs fan he did. You, asshole, took someone else's melody, someone else's words, and made a joke out of them. You said nothing good about the Sox, you just made fun of the Cubs and their fans. Because of you, I'm glad the Sox are done until spring training. You, 20 year old marketing associate who decided that handing out towels was a good idea - you should be fired. How many other teams use towels at games? And have been for years? OH, yeah, plenty. Because of you, I'm glad the Sox are packing up their lockers. Because of you, Tracy Swartz, who is just an unfunny beatch, and you Richard Roeper, neither of you who EVER had anything good to say about the Cubs, even when they had the best record and were in first place - I'm glad I won't have to hear AC/DC or Journey for at least 5 months. I knew my Cubbies would choke. I am realistic at least. I just don't need to hear it from a bunch of ignorant assholes wearing their black out clothes. A Sox fan admitted last night thatWhite Sox fans were spending more time bashing the Cubs and their fans than enjoying their team that was still in the game. For that reason more than anything else, I'm glad it's over. My prediction to win the World Series? The Rays take it. (Side note: Shannon, Sil1x, and other friends of mine that are Sox fans - you know I am not talking about you. The good natured joking we do is nowhere near the same thing as the nastiness that I am referring too. Plus, you grew up South Side, and I totally get how you would prefer the Sox to the Cubs.)

From 33 to 13, Step by Step

Sunday afternoon, and I'm Hangin' Tough. Typing today, as talking is not an option. I ripped the hell out of my vocal cords last night. Step One: We can have lots of fun. Our seats. God damn, our seats were great. Especially when all hell broke loose and the guys showed up on a riser about 20 fackin' feet in front of us. Hence, the destroyed voice. I screamed like a little girl with her pigtails on fire. Step Two: There's so much we can do. Like go eat at Chili's before hand. The food was crap, but the people watching was fantastic. Another thing we did - stood in line for about 45 minutes to buy merch. Yep, I am a nnnneeeerrrrd. I bought a big huge program book thang that was overpriced. Didn't buy a t-shirt though, and I kinda wish I had. Step Three: It's just you and me. And her. And a couple thousand of the fattest, nerdiest girls I've ever seen in one place. I may be a fattie too, but at least I am Cool (yes, with a capital C) Step Four: I can give you more. More bathrooms. I didn't see one men's room that didn't have a temporary "women's" sign over it. I only saw about 6 guys in the place anyway. They can hold it. Don't you know the time has arrived. That's right. Or, that's The Right Stuff. Yep, last night was the New Kids on the Block concert. I feel like I have a hangover, yet not a drop of libations passed my lips. I screamed and screamed, and waved my hands in the air, like I just didn't care. I giggled, and hugged chics I didn't know. I shared my internets-acquired set list with anyone that was slightly interested. I swooned with Donny (new favorite. Sorry Chris), Danny, Jordan, Jon and Joey appeared 20 feet in front of me. I blushed when I made eye contact at Jon, and he smiled and waved. I got sad when it was over. I'm deaf - nothing to do with the band, everything to do with the screaming of thousands of women. I threatened - some stupid bitch that thought that bumping into me 10 times while in line for merch would make the line move faster. I danced. I laughed out loud. I sighed. I went back in time. I regret not a moment of it. I make no excuses for going, nor do I apologize for it. If you think I'm a dork now, that's ok, If You Go Away - I'll be Loving You Forever.

It's official

These shots: Apfelkorn, Feigling, and Kalbanis (done in copious amounts) DO give one a Two Day Hangover. I think I might have to puke in my garbage can. I can't believe I came to work like this.