Thank God!

Goodbye, MMXI

As we head into our last day of 2011, I will leave you with this tried and true pearl of wisdom: NEVER judge a book by it's cover...unless of course that book is wearing something by Ed Hardy...because then that book is a douchebag. I can't say that I've ever called a book a douchebag before...but I promise you it's almost as satisfying as if you were saying it to a person that deservedly needed to hear it.

May your 2012 be filled with more great things and fewer douchebag books.

Happy New Year

Forrest Gump Friday?

I straight-up RAN for a block to catch my bus this morning (in business attire) while some hillbilly screamed "RUN, BOY, RUN!" from what I assumed was a pick-up truck. I didn't care enough to look back and confirm, but I'm willing to bet chewing tobacco was part of his complete breakfast.

Put a football helmet on my cat?! OKAY!

This is my cat, Teal. She is a bigger Patriots fan than you. That's the only description this picture needs. You're welcome...again.

#PatsCat

Out of context, this might sound weird...

"I wish I could go one goddamn day without a monkey flaunting his guitar skills in my face."  - Me, earlier today on a Facebook thread.

You must not know 'bout me

Let's face it...I'm a fucking rockstar in the shower, but you know the day is going to be weird when the first song a 30 year-old white guy (me) starts singing to wake himself up is by Beyonce. Far be it from me to not sing a tune through to completion, though. #NotGay