4.28.2004

if anyone asks...

tell them I'm building a fort out of all of my empty cigar boxes. it is getting out of control.

just last week alone I received:
5 boxes of cohiba robustos
3 boxes of el rey del mundo choix supreme
1 box of juan lopez seleccion no. 2

next week I'm expecting:
1 box of montecristo no. 4
1 box of partagas serie d no. 4

all full, of course

sincerely,
legomaniac

4.20.2004

I don't get it...

so I was bored of watching the astros leave men on the bases, and basically handing the game to the cards. too early to watch the über hotness that is cameran, and not wanting to give my liver another smackdown, I decided to flip channels. working my way down the dial to pbs, I crossed fox. "american idol" was on, and I decided to watch in hopes of catching another glimpse of william hung.

this fuckin' show is the worst offender of the shittiest of shit shows. how this show hasn't been cancelled after the first season is beyond me. karaoke bars are boring as fuck when you are sober. watching people on karaoke television makes me want to toss my tv out the window.

not only that abortion of a show has survived, but has launched legit (and I use the term loosely) musical careers of the winners. and to add further insult to injury, the runners-up. complete with chart topping singles, multiplatinum record sales, feature films, and a fuckin' pot bust. proving that the american public will buy something if it's promoted long enough.

judging this stable of assclowns is a group of total douchebags: simon, let's list the things he's done to deserve to be a "celebrity". crickets chirping. that's what I thought, I couldn't come up with anything either. he has a brit accent and sits on his ass while berating people. somehow this scored him a gig on fox. paula abdul, wipe that shit stain of a mole off your face, bitch. I thought this laker girl's fifteen minutes were up after she shot that video with that cartoon cat. everytime I think this skank has finally cemented her status as a "has been", she comes back. the fat black guy. who the fuck is this guy, and what is his name? my point exactly.

a wedding...

the wedding I went to this weekend kicked all sorts of ass.

fly fishing, beers, and cuban cigars with the boys
beers while shaving
beers while showering
beers while getting dress
beers while waiting for the bus
beers on the bus
beers before, during, and right after the ceremony
shooting the shit with friends' parents
shooting the shit with the band
drunk driving golf carts
ripping a hole in sto's suit
fireworks during the reception
floating a keg at the barn
ridding the llamas
getting lost on the way back
and countless of other badass stuff I can't remember

I'll have to rate the experience a perfect 10

4.10.2004

I got no love from these n...there's no need to be friends

jeweler: check
attorney: check
cpa: check
crissy on ice: check
runnin' contraband: check
steady flow of hizzos: check
theme music to follow me around; check
no itch, strictly leather: check
wanted by the law: check
stunnin': check

still need:
gator shoes
coca-cola minks
24 giovannis on my escalade
a gangstah medallion
a possee

this lavish style is hard to handle, but my metamorphosis into a rapper is nearly complete.

4.05.2004

winner...

is me. the championship has yet to tip-off, but this one is already in the bag. my bracket blew everyone else's out of the water by correctly picking uconn and g-tech to advance to the final game. gotta love filling brackets with a bunch of wannabe duke fans. everyone but me picked them to go to the final game.

they all laughed when I had them losing to illinois in the sweet 16. it was a blasphemous decision, they said. fuck off, band wagoneers. the only person that is allowed to really pull for them is meredith's older brother who actually went there. the rest of you duke posers can lick my huge brass balls.

pardon me while I go cash this check which will bump me up to another tax bracket

I'm rich, biatch!