2003-10-09 - 2:47 p.m. 2 Pretzels I have always liked a good mystery. I think that�s why I really liked the X-files�you know�before it got all crappy. And you know what�I don�t even blame the Liquid Metal Guy for that. I kinda liked him. The X-files had just seen its better days at that point. Well anyway, back the mystery. You see I have been riding the Subway to work now which is a lot better than the train. Some of you may ask what the difference is? If you have to ask, I can�t explain it to you. It�s like eating caviar. It�s not really explainable. Anyway, so I was riding the Subway, when I saw this sign. The sign was for -- www.2pretzels.com Which confused me cause that all there was to the ad. So then I started thinking. � what is this. Why are they torturing me with their website that I can�t visit. What are they doing. What are they selling. Well, after a few days of riding the train I finally remembered to check. And let me tell you. Disappointmnet. I was hoping it would be this cool underground sort of thief guild, or like a place to go and have water gun fights, or a link to a new club where all the cool cats would go to hang out. When it asked for my birthday to enter, I got really excited. Then I entered. Ugh. See for yourself. _______________________________ In other news my roommate/potential roommate again just got the news I am moving into my new place. This, of course, disappointed him, and me to an extent. In the end his place was nice, maybe even nicer than the place I am living. However the cost of his place was more, much more, than where I am living now. Plus a lot less work. I also think John is happier in the room that he is in. I mean really. His room is nice. He just needs to spend some time this weekend thinking about what he is going to do with it. And cleaning it. Thinking and cleaning. But it�s still sad to disappoint someone. I suppose that its unavoidable. _______________________________ Some summers in the evening after six or so; I walk on down the hill, and maybe buy a beer. I think about my friends and wish they lived out here. But they wouldn�t dig this town. Dingus is missed. The Red Sox�s pennant fever is in full effect and I don�t think even I understand the magnitude of what�s occurring. This team is roaring into the playoffs. Again. I miss living like I did when I was young. With so much freedom I should have puked. A time when I could ride my bike to any place worth going. I am living with Kevin and Kerbang. This is a good thing. I do enjoy their company. Kerbang will be happier soon when his time becomes more manageable. I am happier. I have this weird sick feeling still. I don�t think things have sunk in yet. I feel like I am living in a hotel. My friend Greg declined, mostly, the pad offered to him. Apparently the timing wasn�t right, or seven minutes to Boston wasn�t close enough. I was confused as to the reason he gave. Greg has been a consistent non-committing figure in the lives of our friends. When we went to Montreal, twice, he declined to come both times because of undisclosed reasons. For some reason I feel like he�s always wanted to escape the group. In high school he would always run around with the semi-druggie kids. In college he would chill out with the semi-stoner crowd. Then now he wants to live in the hippie section of Boston with the druggies. I am not saying that Greg wants to do drugs, but I think he just wants to be exposed to them. He isn�t a drug user, but he seems to like that lifestyle. I respect that. I respect lots of things about Greg. His work ethic, his commitment to his dreams, and his ability to take chances. I just wish he were clearer to me. ________________________________ Ready talks about girls a lot. A lot. He also brings girls over alot. And still talks about girls. Like too much probably. Most his jokes revolve around females or blowing things up. Most of his DVD�s revolve around that too. He owns every steven segal movie and he also has some porn movies; like the Bear Wench Project. I watch a porno with the guys at Bill Allen�s house back in the day. Bill�s now out of the closet, which was cool, but it was a little strange to think back and realize that he was looking at the double penis as a turn on, while I liked the sultry vixen�s tang. Not the drink either. I should be online � at home � by the weekend or such. I am a little burned, but I am doing alright. I am sleeping well. Tonight I decorate the bathroom with fish. And then the kitchen with cats. What are you doing? | |||||||||||
