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firstly–

wtf people–i unleash a nugget of pure gold from jimmy like the cubicle quiz–and no one (’cept natty–who hasn’t worked in a cube in 6 years) answers? ACW? helloo? don? jeebus. have i lost all the readers?—don’t you kids do the rss?  brendon, as far as i can tell you’ve never worked in your life (zing!) but i’m sure you could come up with something .

i fully admit that i’m not the poster of days gone by, but when something good like this comes up i need people to exercise on it, you know, to keep the spirit alive. think of me as a drunk little tinkerbell-i need your applause to come back to life. actually-shit that might be the most accurate description of myself i’ve ever come up with. gimme some appluase or snapping of fingers or whatever the fuck.

ingrates.

quick aside, it’s really funny to me how people on the marc train take it upon them selves to flip all the “keep the door open’ switches when the train approaches stops. on one of my many balt to nyc and back again trips i did that, and the conductor said “i dunno why you did that, there’s a slight chance that the door could have slammed shut and cut you in half” since then, i’ve uh, refrain from the shit.

so weekend recap.

when i was on the train home friday, natty called and said that she was at her father’s house still and wouldn’t be home for a  while. hmm, ok.

as i walked up to the door our neighbor stuck her head out of her door and said “oh, hey i got a bottle of makers mark-what some?”

err-who says no to that?

so about an1.5 hrs later when natty showed up, i was, well to quote the hemingway–a bit tight.

i then proceeded to terrorize our neighbor’s kid whilst trying to joke around with him, and then went home and cracked open a beer for no reason at all. natty was like “what the hell, you don’t think you’ve had enough” and i, in drunk jeff thought, err thought “hmm, i think i have had enough” but man i’ll be dammed if you can undo 16 years (yipe) of “another one is a better one” mentality. the beer stayed in the sink. I slept on the couch, not that natty banished me to there (though she should have) i just wouldn’t go to bed. surprisingly i wasn’t hung over.

saturday was a nothing day, and not b/c of me. so stand off.

sunday we did our annual trip to the rennfest. i’m not gonna go in to a play by play, frankly b/c it’s almost the exact same every year–the capt’ was way more into it this year though, which was fun. he loved the big wooden slide and the pony rides and shit. they had pretty much the most complicated play wooden pirate ship jungle gym thing ever. i’m pretty sure i saw the porn star gauge minding after some kids too. which i mean, hell that’s a bonus, right?

we almost got out of there with out the annual turkey leg, but we couldn’t do it. i think it’s just impossible.

and that’s that.