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Sweet. I just realized I share a birthday with Steve Stifler. That means that between Gwen Stefani, Neve, and Steve, I have the sweetest birthday ever.

So on Friday, Polk, Jim, Schwa and I went to Koui's and had our weekly beer/greasy food fest. After Jim left, his girlfriend came over and talked to us. Apparently she's my neighbor. Who knew? She's our favorite waitress because she always gives us the...

So, I'm working on building this chair for chair-ity, and in the process nearly drilled my finger off. It hurts like a mother fucker, even now, a solid 18 hours after the accident. It's all bloody and gross, and if it didn't hurt so much, it would be...

After a long ass bike ride with Angie, I had a meeting to go to last night in Dunlap to discuss a few murals for this rich lady. It seems promising, because, in addition to the 2 huge ones she wants done next week (that will pay my bills for at least a few...

I think the 20 minutes I spent riding Mullens' motorcycle has had a terrible effect on me. I keep finding myself looking at tradinpost.com and ebaymotors.com at old motorcycles, wondering if I can afford one as early as next summer, and trying to justify...

Wow. I just looked at all 3 of my LJ pictures at the same time, [right here][1], and man, it's weird. In 2, I look pretty much identical except for a hat. And in the 3rd, I look like a crap bucket. A crappy beard, a crappy Goodwill shirt, stupid emo...

Today I went out to Mullens' house to play on his motorcycle. I tried driving it one other time in high school, but I sucked at it. This time I rocked it out hardcore and convinced myself that I absolutely need one. Motorcycles are totally sweet. In other...

I think the whole "going out" thing was too much, too soon. Or maybe I'm just too old. I'm all burned out on it already and just want to watch movies and eat popcorn again. I've had enough beer for a while. Until Kouri's, I mean. Then after that, I'll have...

So, as it turns out, lunch with my sister wasn't a purely social event. It was to annouce several important family things to me. So, over my sesame chicken, Sarah and Robert told me that their second child is due in February. Jack will be just over 2 years...

First things first... here's [me being famous.][1] Second things second, an accouncement which will shock and surprise some of my old friends who have known me a long time. I've decided to take steps to make myself less sarcastic and cynical. My sarcasm...

So, Alan got a bulldog yesterday. I don't want the dog in my house. And the dog is making Winnie bad. And they play too much and annoy me. And bulldogs are so fucking loud and never stop panting. And it's hideous. I want it to go away. I can't walk...

I'm in The Journal Star today, under the Science and Technology section. A 2 page article and 3, count 'em, 3 pictures. Be impressed!

So, the car show was really lame. I sold a lot of CDs, which made it at least bareable, and I have some money to throw around for the next month or so. But, hopefully I won't need it as much as I have been needing it, because more and more jobs are just...

I sure am bored. I sure do hate car shows. I sure do wish I was home. I sure am in St. Louis until tomorrow. That sure does suck.

So, I'm in good 'ole St. Louis as a boring ass car show right now, and I will be until Friday. And it sucks. And it's boring. Did I mention that it sucks and that it's boring? Because it sucks. And it's boring. I'm selling those CDs I've been working on...

So, my big story of the day. I'm at work and me and Brandon decide to go to lunch. It's bright and sunny outside and I volunteer to take my car since the top was down and it was so nice. Brandon refused, since my lack of CD player or any kind of music...

Last night marked the 3rd time in a row I played designated driver to a group of drunk asses. It was this kid's 21st birthday, PK, who I don't really know, but Alan and Jenny did. So we took him out to get shit faced drunk, which turned out to be a not-so...

I didn't want to go out tonight, but a bunch of other people did. With it being July 4th and all, I knew there would be a lot of cops out, so I decided to be the designated dumbass once again. I'm such a good friend. I hung out with a bunch of drunk people...

So, after our big Saturday night adventure, Mullens was absolutely humiliated. He did stuff that was embarassing, sure, but I think he took it a bit too hard. He's now made the promise to never drink again, and normally I wouldn't believe him, but he said...

I want to eat at a Chinese buffet right now. Alan is asleep. Everyone else I know is missing in action. All I want is some General Tso's and maybe some Peanut Butter Chicken. And those red things on the wooden sticks, whatever they're called.