Illegal... it's the new black, and by black I mean Obama

Is there something really wrong with what Arizona is doing? The answer is no. Plain and simple. If someone is doing something illegal, they should be punished. If someone broke into my house, should I be expected to say, "Hey, stay for dinner and can I offer you some money from my children's piggy banks?" The answer is still no. But, illegal is the new black. The fact that Obama is criticizing Arizona for following the rules is an outrage. Goodbye America... I've enjoyed watching you on the Colbert Report. And now you're dead.

Can I Get Fries With That?

I was speaking to a very good friend of mine and he was telling me about how lazy society is today.  It got me thinking...  I was out to eat at a fast food restaurant the other night.  It was late, so only the drive up was open.  We ordered food and ate outside.  When we finished we went to the trash can that was probably 300 feet away.  Another good friend of mine exclaimed, "What were the pioneers complaining about?  They don't know what bad is."  Now, don't get me wrong, it was generously hilarious.  I laughed... a lot.  He said that and what do you know; a Schwans truck drives by.  It reminded me of a song, so I got on itunes on my phone and bought a song.  It was an exhausting night.  I slept like a baby.

I'm trying to get into the habit of riding the train and walking more.  It's hard to break being lazy.  Not that I'm lazy.  I just prefer to sit and lay down.

Too soon?

Money, Money, Money

Money, Money, Money must be funny in this rich man's world.

I recently had a good friend of mine tell me that I'm in debt because I want to be.  He said I was afraid of money and that's why I'm in debt.  I didn't know how to take it, but I thought about it and have decided that he was "right on the money" when he said it.  Well, I don't wanna be afraid anymore so I've set something up that is really making me watch my spending habits.  It's working out very well so far.  Just not spending money for a 24 hour period is difficult.  A week is ridiculous, but I'm getting better.  Try it.  It isn't that easy.

Sleep: The New Faux Pas

If there is anything I hate more than waking up in the morning, it's going to bed at night.  There is so much time wasted in sleeping.  I could be bettering my skills in playing an instrument, exploring the beautiful outdoors, or better yet... playing my new Indiana Jones Lego Adventure Game for PS3.

Let's imagine I decided to ignore my body's need for sleep.  Let's say I haven't actually done this before... because, I haven't.  If you don't believe me that's YOU'RE problem, so shut up.  Anyway, in this fictional story about to ensue, I stay up all night playing Indiana Jones Lego Adventure.  In the morning I shower and go to work.  My eyes are blood shot, but that's okay.  I bought new glasses so that nobody would be the wiser.  The glasses however, have one flaw: they don't change expressions.  A customer is talking to me, angry about something, I don't know for sure because I'm having trouble paying attention from no sleep.  In their anger, they take my constant expression as a sign of not caring that they're angry.  They tell my boss.  My boss talks to me about it in anger.  My boss thinks I don't care because of the constant expression.  My boss fires me and I'm suddenly unemployed... AGAIN!

In this fairy tale esque story, getting no sleep is bad... and so is releasing your personal frustrations on a blog.

Mother Nature's Beauty

I went exploring the vast Mother Nature today... in a Jeep.  I didn't want to get dirty, I mean, I'm not superficial, I just like nice things.  So, I went up this mountain in my buddy's Jeep.  Of course I was in the back seat with two girls... so, really I COULD have been exploring the vast (your) Mother Nature today... in a Jeep.  I didn't catch their names, so I'm not sure if there's a relation or not.  Send me a picture and I'll tell you if you look alike... in a Jeep.

This is a picture of your mom's great creations and I don't mean YOU.

You're So Vein?

My voluptuous rose has been plucked from me.

The petals wilting, I imagine, I see.

The thorns once drew blood from my veins,

I now long for those deep wounds and pains.

The long stem which hold this delicate song,

is now in a place unable to provide sustenance... no, not Hong Kong.

If anyone has seen my beautiful flower, PLEASE,

bring it back to me in one piece.

Not two, four,

or even more.

But bring it how you took it,

A lovely flower.

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