God Bless Freedom of Speech

Today after work, I decided to enjoy an hour or two on my newly arrived X-Box360. So I popped in Call of Duty 4 after I ate my Chicken Quesadilla from Wana Iguana and went to town. Right from the get go I was called every single racist comment known to man. All said by someone from God knows where with a high pitch voice of a little school girl with pigtails. I'm sure this is not the first time this happened on X-Box Live. I just think it adds value to the game. Can't get any worse than playing Halo 3 online. Back to playing with just friends.

Seriously not a bit jealous.

I just saw two guys walk in my roommate's room. Someones not walking straight tomorrow... I just threw up a little in my mouth.

Sad part about this.. Her kid is next door. I swear this is illegal in some states.

Last thought of the day.

I work with a guy that makes it his mission to be in every conversation.

I'm sure you work with someone like that too.

...If you don't, that person might be you.

The 360!

I finally got my XBox360 back from Microsoft's repair center. I can now play Rock Band with the cousins in peace again. My 360 died because my roommate decided to not get the A/C fixed at the house, so the damned thing overheated and shat out the three rings of death. Look it up if you don't know what I'm talking about, it's everywhere.

Now I can play my Call of Duty 4 all night long while regretting it the next day at work as I fall asleep on my desk. Responsibilities. Yum.

On a completely different topic... I am officially addicted to Facebook. I am sold that this place is a thousand times better than Myspace. For one, it doesn't have my ex-girlfriend sending me friends requests. If only she was smart enough to remember my last name. I swear I didn't notice her being that big of an idiot while we were dating. But that's another story. I'll try to post that tomorrow.

Brain Donors

You must watch Brain Donors. I loved this movie since I was little. I haven't seen it since I was around 13. The machine gun style delivery in the movie is priceless. Very slapstick style humor, but fun nonetheless. It's no Duck Soup, but hey, I was 13.

So Proud...

My sister just called me up to tell me that she just hustled Verizon into giving her and her husband two touch screen phones for 75 dollars. She told them they wanted to go to AT&T for the iPhone. She finally abused the power of being a customer. Better late than never.

My Roommate is an Idiot

I swear.. Not only is she the dirtiest person I've ever met, she is quite possibly the dumbest person. Before I get into this, I just realized that I vent way too much about my roommate. I'll be out of here shortly anyways. Getting myself an apartment soon, hopefully.

On with the venting! I mentioned earlier about the "laundry room". Basically the washer and dryer are both located in the "garage". I say "garage" with quotes because it's basically a landfill. It's a two-car garage but a scooter, let alone a full sized sedan, can fit in there. There is way too much crap everywhere. I think Jimmy Hoffa's body is buried under the trash/clothes/toys in the "garage".

This wouldn't bother me that much considering I don't spend a lot of time in there. Hell, it's the garage. The one thing that pisses me off is that there is absolutely no place to park my car anywhere near the house, or even the neighborhood at times. Especially when it's trash day and people decide to place their trash cans where people normally park at.

I was given a garage door opener when I first moved in here but I don't think it's a good idea. I might cause an avalanche in Mt. Trashmore.

I'm rambling and my thoughts are everywhere. I'm going to watch some more House MD.

Random thought before bed

I don't think I can tell if anybody even reads this. I'm such a whore. Goodnight.

Dirty Dirty Dirty

My roommate is quite possibly the dirtiest person on the face of this earth. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty messy myself. I have clothes on the floor in my bedroom and wires going around everywhere going to and from my computer/tv/360/wall sockets. I seriously have a new horror story about my roommate to tell my family every week. For example:

The above picture shows the "laundry room". When I'm lucky enough to actually use the washer and dryer (which is another story in itself), I get to look at this. Yes, that's a pile of clothes. Clean or dirty? Only God knows the answer to that question. I once found a roach crawling out of the pile. Possibly getting some fresh air because the stench of the clothes is questionable. When I say questionable, I mean I can't put a name to the smell. Maybe "old dirty sour soap"? My mom told me once, "Oh, she's a woman, so it's not that bad." The picture below says otherwise.

Yes, that is what you think it is. There's more of that scattered everywhere in the "laundry room". I wear shoes in there, in fear of stepping on something moist. That is all.

Hi

I just thought I would start my own blog again. I had my own personal space back in 1997 with my friends from Virginia Beach in high school. I remember being one of the first few to ever start one. I had an itch to do it all over again. I'll test the waters and see if I want to actually have my own domain and host it on my own, but for now, I'll just deal with some free blogging goodness and use blogger.com.