One-Five-Zero

Hey loyal subscribers,

I did it... I got to 150 posts on TGM.

In celebration, I decided to get naked...

Actually, that's a filthy dirty lie and you know it.

As much as I would've rather posted this in Muncie, I decided to just get it out of the way since I'm bored and tired sitting here at home.

I'm not even sure what exactly to write about... maybe an update on my day would be good.

My Dad got me up out of bed (actually, got me up out of couch) to go x-mas shopping. At first, I wanted to slap him and go back to sleep. Then I realized that it's a tradition and that it is usually pretty fun. So I swallowed my pride and took a shower.

After said shower, we went to a place called "Flapjacks" and I had a child with fries. I was kinda mad 'cause it was a mexican kid. Oh well, at least I didn't need tobasco sauce. Finally, after that was over, we started the mad shopping.

My Dad was cool and bought me a new pair of boots. I did my shitty Shrek impression about "wee little boots" and my brother and Dad laughed it up. I dunno what was so funny about it... it wasn't even in a Scottish accent, just some shitty welsh accent. Oh well, I guess I'll never understand my family's sense of humor. As long as it makes them laugh it's all good.

The walking around started taking it's toll when we got to Richard's Sporting Goods. My dogs were barkin' big time. But, we pressed on as the faithful consumers should when confronted with the chore of x-mas shopping.

I donated my annual dollar to the Salvation Army bell-ringers. Hopefully that'll do some good. At least I put some folding money in the bins... unlike some asswipes who throw in a fucking dime or sometimes nothing at all. Fucking pricks... don't they know x-mas is a time for giving?

After that, we walked around Greenwood Park Mall. I dunno if you've ever been to this place, but it's the most fucking confusing mall ever designed in my opinion. You'd need a GPS tracking system and an Indian guide to find your way to the J.C. Penny. It was pretty redonkulous.

Lunch came next. Finding a table at the food court was about as easy as putting on a condom without a stiffy. The quest for a seat was looking to be futile until I lost my cool and broke a chair over this old guy and his wife for taking twenty minutes to eat a chocolate chip cookie. They looked like Nazis anyways...

I was running on fumes after my bourbon chicken goodness, so it was time to wrap things up. After finally arriving home, I sat around and stared at the ceiling for a good 4 hours. Every so often... I took a breath.


So yeah, that was my day in a nutshell. (Edited for content and compressed to run in the time alotted)

I plan on coming back to Muncie tomorrow. Of course, that's after I watch the Colts stomp a mudhole in the Jaguars' collective asses. But, after that, it'll be time for the hellish drive back.

As for celebrating this week, lemme know if ya'll wanna do something. I've got a few days of party space available. We should all go to B-Dubs on Tuesday night. I know this will probably not happen since I think everyone is gonna be going crazy thanks to our wonder friend called "Final Exams". Actually, I wanna put a cap in that dude's ass. Fuck 'em.


POA: 50% (New boots rule... drama sucks.)

Honorable Mentions
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I dunno... you're all awesome this go 'round.

Me: Awesome times a bajillion. (Say what you will... my self-esteem is through the roof!)


Happy Finals Week,

~Nate-O