Saturday, September 8, 2007

Beanie: March 29th, 1997-June 13th 2007




I miss Beanie everyday. My life feels a void. Not only was he the best dog ever, but he kept me company when times were rough. The times we shared together are in my heart forever. I hope wherever his soul lies, he is happy. RIP beanman, you will be missed, and never forgotten.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Winnebago Man

I don't know why, but this cheers me up in an INSTANT. Jack Rebney is my hero.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Josh's ARTWORK

Here are a few pieces of artwork from my friend Josh who lives in the Netherlands. Sweeeeet.

http://www.joboworks.com/

CHECK IT OUT. And if you don't like it, you will DIE. :)

Dancin' the night away...


sexy ladies...

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Baseball Crushed





Time Lincecum is looking HOT.

Stats:
W-L : 2-0
ERA: 4.05
K: 39
Walks: 12
WHIP:1.03

I think I love him. ...

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

The Avalanches - Frontier Psychiatrist (Good Quality)

A friend of mine posted this this to his blog about a month ago, and it made me remember how weird it really was. I had missed it! Please enjoy with an open mind!

sicko

These past few weeks have been filled with sickness. I can't remember the last time I felt fully healthy. UGH! Last Tuesday I started feeling ill. On Wednesday it was so bad, I had a temperature of 102, my skull felt as if it was going to fall out, and I was blowing out yellow chunks with blood... I knew immediately something was wrong-this was no common cold. The "doctor" or whatever he was, diagnosed me with a respiratory infection and 2 ear infections. Now he gave me a bottle of antibiotics and a prescription to codeine syrup or as you gangstas know it as : Sizzurp, http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=sizzurp, which by Monday was supposed to rid me of these infections. Last night I had never been in so much pain from a sore throat and ear infection in all my life. I couldn't even breathe, and whenever I would drift into a 15 minute slumber I would wake myself up with my own snoring. Gross! The drool was uncontrollable. When I walked into the doctors again today, I just wanted to die. My whole face was swollen with pain. This time I walked out of there with a penicillin shot to the buttocks, vicodin, and an even stronger antibiotics. Fuck it, if this doesn't work, I'm done, son.
So here I sit after taking 3 (mild) vicodin and 3 Advil and you know what? I feel better. I really do. I sure hope this heals me, because summer is right around the corner, and I don't intend to spend it in bed, well not all of it anyway. giggity.