Currently listening to: Star Wars and Other Intergalactic Funk (long story)
Eminem is going to rehab for a sleeping pill addiction. Maybe he’ll write a song about it, and you guys will understand what I went through last spring.
The new sleepy-pills don’t make me crazy, but they do make me tend to ramble more than usual, if you can believe that. Last night Heebs and his boys were waiting for a pizza, and he called me. “Tell me a story,” he said. “About what?” I asked. “I don’t care. Anything. Everything. I like your stories.” So I told him about Stu the sixth Beatle, as well as other stories of mayhem. It was a sweet request. I like him a lot.
I may have a million mayhem stories soon, though, because THE FRAT BOYS ARE MOVING NEXT DOOR! AGH!
It was fun telling a Beatles story, too. I’ve been avoiding the Beatles because of tainted memories, but I’ve been talking to Timmy a lot again. In the two years that we were together, Timmy taught me everything there is to possibly know about the Beatles, and I will be forever greatful.
And this weekend the OTHER Timmy had a going away party and it was a great time. He’s going to work at one of the biggest record companies in the world, and I’m super proud of him.
Somebody brought a baby to the party, and Tony’s mom started demanding grandchildren. Tony’s dad said, “Well, Tim’s making his first million and K’s living in the basement, so…” then they all looked at Tony. Then me. Then back at Tony and back at me. Tony said, “Let’s do this.” It’s nice to feel wanted.
I actually thought about it for a sec, though, because that would mean I could hang out with Tony’s family forever. And damn, I love them.
But he’ll have to fight Mark and Steev. And maybe Heebs. TSGoC will probably stand off in the corner laughing amd recording the sounds of the fight for an audio-commentary about the institution of marriage, with some TB-303 and 606 thrown in the mix.
Tony said he’s willing to joust. Mark told him to BRING IT. *Snap snap*
And back to pills: Guess who just got vicodin? Y’all better watch out.
I started running again, as well as walking everywhere I can. If there’s one thing I miss about Europe, it’s being forced to walk everywhere. There’s something rewarding about having to walk a mile to drink a beer or even to set down your groceries. The weather is gorgeous and I couldn’t have picked a more precious place to live and enjoy the scenery. Downtown Kirkwood charms the pants off of me.
It’s weird that I’ve rediscovered my love for walking this week, though, BECAUSE I BOUGHT A NEW CAR, BITCHES!! It’s so nice having four speakers that work. First road trip: Springfield, where I will slap Brad Pitt.
Also: CONGRATULATIONS, PAMMY & CODY!!!