Well, my birthday started off real bad, but ended up really good. First of all, the ex came by to drop off a present, but since it was kinda tough for me, I decided not to go out to dinner with her and hang with the homies instead. Since everybody I knew would be working or some shit, I didn't feel like sitting around the damn house. I went up to the Elementary School where The Gimp works at and did some volunteer work. It was mainly helping the Kindergartners open their frickin' chocolate milk boxes and utensil wrappers but it was really fun. I think I got hustled by this one kid who was crying that he had forgotten his ice-cream money and I gave him two quarters at two different times...little thug. The rest of the day was spent trying to find The Gimp's check from his Victoria's Secret job. Later on, Jake and Amy wanted to take me out to dinner for my birthday, but I wasn't really that hungry so I settled on a few beers. It's always fun talking to Jake and Amy, so we had a good time just shooting the shit over a few Shiners (thanks Jake/Amy!) I talked to the General, who's memory capacity is that of a small, doctile proto-mammal, forgot my birthday altogether and made plans with his girl.

Later on, we drove down to San Marcos to meet up with POTG and Carrozzi Girl. We basically messed around until about 3:30AM, but the best part was they got me a sweet cake! That really meant alot and made everything up. The General had called later that night and said: "What're you guys doing down there?" "It's my birthday man." "What the fuck? You serious? Nobody fucking told me man...damn. Well, Happy Birthday." Ahhh...some things never change.

Song of the Day:
1.) U2 - The Ground Beneath Her Feet

posted by The H.Bomb| 2:00 PM | email | archive

Big up's to the H-Dog and a moment of silence for everybody that has suffered on 9-11-01.
posted by The H.Bomb| 8:38 AM | email | archive

It's my birthday tommorow. So guess how i'm gonna celebrate it? The Gimp has talked me into doing some volunteer shite at the Elementary School he works at. I told him it's the only time he'll ever be my boss, so it looks like the H-Dog is gonna have to represent some CROSSING GUARD/CAFETERIA MONITOR BLING BLING whatever. See ya guys tommorow, H-Dog out.
posted by The H.Bomb| 10:51 PM | email | archive

The Jake has a very good blog. I couldn't of summed it up better myself. Check it here.
posted by The H.Bomb| 9:36 AM | email | archive

On another note. Looks like i'm poised to beat the General in our Math Class with a grade that will blow him..AWAY. I just gotta keep on remembering to study, which can be a hard thing to do when buildings get blown apart. I've got to write a C++ Program for class tonight, which I guess i'll do at work today if it's slow. It looks like anybody expecting stuff thru UPS/Fed-Ex/Airborne Express will have to wait a little longer for their packages.

Second helpings for The Song of the Day:
1.) The Flaming Lips - Superman.
2.) Gomez - We haven't turned around.
posted by The H.Bomb| 9:27 AM | email | archive

Some terrible things man...terrible. I can't even begin to imagine some of the children, family and friends wondering where the hell their loved ones are. I'm assuming everybody knows about the blood needed for the victims of the attacks, so go out there and pump your veins for all those in pain. People are calling for blood, enraged by the reactions of the Palestinian people and the Iraqi Government and I was angry as well, but you can't stop violence with violence and you can't start blaming people because you're furious. Before Justice, before Vengeance must be the truth.

Second helpings of Song of the Day:
1.) Tony Rich Project - Nobody Knows
2.) Bob Schneider - Big Blue Sea

posted by The H.Bomb| 8:44 AM | email | archive

Well, everybody knows by now about the World Trade Center/Pentagon/Pittsburg so I'm not gonna expound any more on that. My prayers and thoughts go out to all the familes that lost somebody in a tragedy that was needless, atrocious and horrible.

Song of the day: Spiritualized - Stop Your Cryin.
posted by The H.Bomb| 2:48 PM | email | archive

It's fucking hot as balls in my apartment! Fucking assholes in the apartment complex have been giving me shit about my "defunk, circa 1800's" A/C unit in MethodJoe and I's apartment. When Wally lived here, we had the fucking heater go out two or three times before the spring came. I can handle the freezing cold, but this humid ass shit aint happening...fockers.
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Carrozzi Girl pukes in Girls Room at school. Of course she has to knock Long John Silver's, which everybody knows is the last bastion of good taste in our civilization. Ahh, I remember the last time I had LJS..it was a brisk October Afternoon, the leaves tanned for winter and the sweet hint of the sky on the wind. I carelessly wandered into the local "Silvers", both my eager hands wresting on the rustic oak/formica counter top as I gazed intently on the menu. I could of asked for plums basked in the sweet tears of my lover, but instead I shot for the Number 3 Fried Chicken/Fish Combo with 2 Hush Puppies, fries and cole slaw. The chicken was as tender as a midnight kiss, the fish as succulent as night of love and the cole slaw had a hair in it, but that's okay. With the bitter aroma of Malt Vinegar on the crisp hush puppies, I washed it all down with a Carnival Cruise Line Sized Sprite. I love the LJS.
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News Item: College Women find Sarah Mclachlan insipiring. Man, I was just checking out some Music Sites where in the message boards, nearly 98.8% of all Sarah Mclachlan fans are College Students of which 98% are women (except for the two gay guys in that far dorm). Most common thing I find is: "Sarah has so much talent and puts so much emotion into what she loves to do." Well, shit, so do the Iron Chef's...and they'll be beheaded if they don't serve up some 3+ Star Cuisine. I remember back in High School, walking past some stairway where I overheard a group of girls cackling: "Are you going to the Sarah Mclachlan Concert? I heard her husband had a botched vesictomy and she stood by his side and wrote three of her Top 100 hits at that time...that's so inspiring."

I tell you what's inspiring, she created an army of Eazy Mix stations across the nation, has a crew of English/Theater Arts Major's across the nation as her official fanclub and finally made a traveling music festival (i.e. Lilith Fair) where they serve Franzia/Seagrams Winecoolers instead of Bud Light. I have no fucking clue where i'm going with this blog...but this whole Sarah Mclachlan thing has been bugging me since 10th Grade.
posted by The H.Bomb| 9:36 PM | email | archive

Torry Holt destroys San Marcos--Torry Holt stopped. Well shit, last night was the first time ever in the entire lifespan of my Madden career was I able to ever defeat Poyfather. Running a goto play with Torry Holt streaking his fast ass down the right side of the field, Kurt Warner easily hands the "Holtser" 30-50 yards a play. Unfortunately my redzone offense is horrible--no room to throw long bombs! With this play aptly titled: "TORRY! TORRY! TORRY!", I was held unstoppable for the entire night until Poyfather cracked the Ram's DNA Code (Which consisted of only one strand, "Torry! Torry! Torry!"). But that's alright, because there's always Sir Isaac Bruce (What goes up, must go down...field) and the Marshall (Faulk) Plan. Much love goes out to the Rams defense, most notably the backfield.

Thanks to P-Diddy, Carrozzi Girl, The General (bah!) and the rest of the San Marcos crew (you know who you are-Ollie/Princess) for making my life more bearable right now. Until next time Troy...you mutha....
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