Archive for March, 2007

Saturday, March 31st, 2007

OptimusPun: So there I am watching TV,
When I flip over to TLC
And to my surprise,
Such a shock to my eyes,
It was Tom and his landlord LB!

Saturday, March 31st, 2007

autographing stacks of 8X10 photos for my adoring fans, then watching myself on TLC at 11.

Saturday, March 31st, 2007

watching myself on TV from 11-12.
check it out– TLC

Saturday, March 31st, 2007

out to dinner after spending 6 hours basically doing nothing in the emergency room.

8 and 11 tonight, check TLC. It could very well be our episode.

Saturday, March 31st, 2007

driving old folks to the hospital.

Saturday, March 31st, 2007

thinking about the best place to get my post-drinking cheese fix

Saturday, March 31st, 2007

get off my head.

Friday, March 30th, 2007

sleeping, jerk.

Friday, March 30th, 2007

let’s just admit it: this anna nicole smith thing is proof that americans are the dumbest fuckers in the world.
seriously.

Friday, March 30th, 2007

well, this is pretty much perfect BBBQ weather. i’m out on the deck, doing manly things, like drinking beer, eating meat, and listening to Ted Nugent.

Friday, March 30th, 2007

BBBQ

Thursday, March 29th, 2007

as far as I can tell, Deal or No Deal is the most inexplicably popular show in the history of TV.

Thursday, March 29th, 2007

"I believe time wounds all heels." — John Lennon

Thursday, March 29th, 2007

cleanin up before tomorrow’s bbbq

Thursday, March 29th, 2007

tuberculosis outbreak on La Salle’s campus– seriously.

The bad thing is, this comes right on the heels of that scarlet fever epidemic.

Thursday, March 29th, 2007

it’s odd to run into your year freshman roommate on campus, while on your way to teach a college class, and it turns out he’s a student at the school where you teach.

Thursday, March 29th, 2007

kicking my ipod until it works again.

Thursday, March 29th, 2007

on the road again.

Thursday, March 29th, 2007

up early to finish grading crap, then out to school.

Wednesday, March 28th, 2007

reading some crap, then sleeping.
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