Upon waking up I decided to eat a lot of vitamins, some leftover pizza from last night and a warm bottle of Perrier. It all tasted delicious until I barfed everywhere and felt the wrath of Khan.
Afterward I enjoyed a piping hot shower courtesy of peoples gas and my Brother Dane who paid the gas bill.
Prior to Dane moving in my other rommate Jon and I suffered for two months at the evil hands of the Mr. Freeze. We learned how to overcome the struggles of a daily cold shower. Ice Cold.
After a cold shower I always felt like an extreme bad ass. When I boarded the Red line on my way to work I would look at other guys who had presume ably taken hot showers. I would look at these men and think that they were all weak. Weak inept fools who had the luxury of a nice hot shower. I wanted to follow one of them to work and kick open the door to their office and steal their lunch money. I was turning into a crazed beast because of the cold showers. But now we take hot showers as well. How Embarrassing. I am also a big fan of what I was told is called a Swedish shower where as you alternate between extreme heat and cold throughout the duration of the shower. Pick your poison ladies and gentlemen. In other news I took out all of my old journals that date back to 2004. I flipped through a lot of them and spent a few hours laughing out loud at my own retardedness. Reading gave way to a thirst for fresh air and coffee. I took a long walk around the neighborhood before retiring to the Starbucks on Fullerton. Walking around with my backpack on I am still young enough to pose as a college student. Ha ha. Isn't that so funny? When I got to Starbucks I ordered a coffee sat down and this great french music started playing and reminded me of that scene in Inglorious Basterds where Shoshanna is drinking reading and smoking cigarettes while similar music plays. I love that movie.
Afterward I enjoyed a piping hot shower courtesy of peoples gas and my Brother Dane who paid the gas bill.
Prior to Dane moving in my other rommate Jon and I suffered for two months at the evil hands of the Mr. Freeze. We learned how to overcome the struggles of a daily cold shower. Ice Cold.
After a cold shower I always felt like an extreme bad ass. When I boarded the Red line on my way to work I would look at other guys who had presume ably taken hot showers. I would look at these men and think that they were all weak. Weak inept fools who had the luxury of a nice hot shower. I wanted to follow one of them to work and kick open the door to their office and steal their lunch money. I was turning into a crazed beast because of the cold showers. But now we take hot showers as well. How Embarrassing. I am also a big fan of what I was told is called a Swedish shower where as you alternate between extreme heat and cold throughout the duration of the shower. Pick your poison ladies and gentlemen. In other news I took out all of my old journals that date back to 2004. I flipped through a lot of them and spent a few hours laughing out loud at my own retardedness. Reading gave way to a thirst for fresh air and coffee. I took a long walk around the neighborhood before retiring to the Starbucks on Fullerton. Walking around with my backpack on I am still young enough to pose as a college student. Ha ha. Isn't that so funny? When I got to Starbucks I ordered a coffee sat down and this great french music started playing and reminded me of that scene in Inglorious Basterds where Shoshanna is drinking reading and smoking cigarettes while similar music plays. I love that movie.
