I don't plan on having any sort of rhyme or reason to this post so if you are adverse to my A.D.D. rambles, please skip over this post and proceed to Rand's exhilarating dissertation on Volleyball in Los Angeles.
I got up early this morning and watched Arsenal draw against Astin Villa at the Phoenix Landing in central square. I enjoyed a few guinnesses with my breakfast but my morning was slightly tainted by this annoying nerdy Arsenal fan who wouldn't stop talking.
Is there a better fast-food commercial out right now than Bk's "What if I want to be a french fry?"
I was kind of hired this week by the Fenway Sports Group. They didn't have any open positions so they had to create one to keep me on. Unfortunately, I am still an hourly employee with no health insurance, but my hourly rate is solid and there is time and a half for my overtime hours. I am the assistant to the executive vice-president of new business development.
How great is the song on the prison break commercial for the season premiere? Does anyone know what it is?
Needless to say, I am not happy right now about the current Red Sox situation. Although watching the sox play every night is an enjoyable routine, their bull-pen, reminiscent of our quick-ball performances, make me want to break things.
Three highlights from work yesterday: I watched both games from the monster seats, saw Larry David, and met a playboy playmate.
Are we doing a fantasy football league? I'm down as long as I get brady in round one. Shot not taking care of setting it up.
Lim got me a porn in Brazil and its amazing. Much better than the vivid password. A little too much anal for my liking but the ladies have great bodies and really get at it.
Can I get an amen from the bobble-heads?
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The song is "Renegade" by Styxx
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