I missed my flight to Spain this morning. MORON.
FOOL.
IDIOT.
Anyway....all is good. I will now go sleepy super early as not to make the same mistake again. FOOL!!!!
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I just spent my entire evening talking with some man with from a country I had never heard of....a country that is a Danish territory. whatever --- he bought me beer. I care not for geography...I care for my drinks being bought.
Denmark
I am currently in a small town in northern Denmark. I am related to 75% of the people that reside here. I do not kid.
The Scandanavian people are mostly good looking. I am good looking. The Scandanavians also do not steal. I do not steal.
If you are good looking in any manner and you are not a theif...chances are you can trace your roots to Scandanavia.
If you can not trace your roots to these fine countries...you are a hideous ill mannered theif. I'm not sayin' ... I'm just sayin'
I am also kidding. Geez...don't take me so seriously.
If you have a baby here = 1 year off work, paid by the gov't. Sign me up. I want to be a paid baby machine.
The Scandanavian people are mostly good looking. I am good looking. The Scandanavians also do not steal. I do not steal.
If you are good looking in any manner and you are not a theif...chances are you can trace your roots to Scandanavia.
If you can not trace your roots to these fine countries...you are a hideous ill mannered theif. I'm not sayin' ... I'm just sayin'
I am also kidding. Geez...don't take me so seriously.
If you have a baby here = 1 year off work, paid by the gov't. Sign me up. I want to be a paid baby machine.
Unlocked Bikes
Apparently in Denmark people just leave their bikes unlocked on the streets. Yes, unlocked. Imagine living somewhere - where you could leave your bike unlocked and no one would steal it.
Obviously due to my current bike situation I am bitter about this.
I want to move here. I want to live somewhere, where the people do not steal. I would exchange the 2 hours of sunlight in the winter for no stealing. I hate filthy theiving Americans. HATE THEM. Why do people steal?
UGH! Hate them.
I have heard that the Danes hate the Thai people that live here. That is fine with me. I can learn to hate the Thai as long as it does not interfere with my eating of the Thai cuisine. I am fond of any dish that involves a wide flat rice noodle.
Obviously due to my current bike situation I am bitter about this.
I want to move here. I want to live somewhere, where the people do not steal. I would exchange the 2 hours of sunlight in the winter for no stealing. I hate filthy theiving Americans. HATE THEM. Why do people steal?
UGH! Hate them.
I have heard that the Danes hate the Thai people that live here. That is fine with me. I can learn to hate the Thai as long as it does not interfere with my eating of the Thai cuisine. I am fond of any dish that involves a wide flat rice noodle.
I'm so mad I'm going blind...
Someone stole my bike.
Let me give you my bike history:
Freshman year college: I had a bike. It was destroyed because it sat outside the Palo Verde East Dormitory. This did not surprise me and I really did not care.
Sophomore year: Bikeless year. I was using my roommate’s bike and I as a rode home after a night of debauchery I was hit by a car. There I was…half under a mini van on Apache Boulevard…yet still on the bike, foot on the pedals, just lying there under the mini van. I paid $70 to get the bike fixed.
I get new bike sometime…not sure when.
Senior Year: hippies stole my bike. This is why I have a small hatred for hippies. You see, my friend and I had the same bike. I had my bike at her place. I went to retrieve it and it was missing and the damneded hippies tried to say my friend’s mangled bike was mine. NO. My friend was hit by a car on that bike and it was mangled beyond recognition. Hence – I knew it was not my bike. Stinkin’ thieving hippies.
The Huffy: This is my pal. I actually love her but she is a shitty bike. She has seen me through it all. But she is lame. I actually toted her from Phoenix to Chicago. Yes, I toted an $80 bike 1800 miles. Stop laughing. I still have her – but she is rusted and icky.
Bought new bike 2 MONTHS ago and it has come to my attention that it has been stolen sometime this week. I am pissed.
I have posted a sign in the bike area asking for it to be returned.
PISSED.
Let me give you my bike history:
Freshman year college: I had a bike. It was destroyed because it sat outside the Palo Verde East Dormitory. This did not surprise me and I really did not care.
Sophomore year: Bikeless year. I was using my roommate’s bike and I as a rode home after a night of debauchery I was hit by a car. There I was…half under a mini van on Apache Boulevard…yet still on the bike, foot on the pedals, just lying there under the mini van. I paid $70 to get the bike fixed.
I get new bike sometime…not sure when.
Senior Year: hippies stole my bike. This is why I have a small hatred for hippies. You see, my friend and I had the same bike. I had my bike at her place. I went to retrieve it and it was missing and the damneded hippies tried to say my friend’s mangled bike was mine. NO. My friend was hit by a car on that bike and it was mangled beyond recognition. Hence – I knew it was not my bike. Stinkin’ thieving hippies.
The Huffy: This is my pal. I actually love her but she is a shitty bike. She has seen me through it all. But she is lame. I actually toted her from Phoenix to Chicago. Yes, I toted an $80 bike 1800 miles. Stop laughing. I still have her – but she is rusted and icky.
Bought new bike 2 MONTHS ago and it has come to my attention that it has been stolen sometime this week. I am pissed.
I have posted a sign in the bike area asking for it to be returned.
PISSED.
Go Devils
ASU is #7 on Princeton Review's "Top 10 Schools Where Students Rarely Study". Well....duh. Quite frankly, I am disappointed it is not number one.
I has been brought to my attention...
That I have a thing for guys in bands. Yes...I do. It is true. I am currently after one. I predict this will last until the end of the week when I leave - then my man ADD will settle on something else.
Fried Chicken
Earlier today I was in the ghetto. It took me some time to actually get out of the ghetto. My companion and I had to walk, get on a bus, take a cab - it is as though they don't want you to get out of there. The over exposure to the ghetto left me with one feeling - the desire to eat fried chicken. That is correct, something about the ghetto just gives me an appetite for the greasy grade 4 chicken cooked in boiling oil. YUM! Please don't hold the trans fats.
*I am completely aware that I look like a polack in this photo. Do not be alarmed if someone that looks like this shows up at your door, mop in hand, to clean your house.
I decided to start a blog. I was once told of this blogging long long ago..when I lived in a place called: Arizona. I no longer reside there.
Anyway - there are three reasons I have started this:
1. My friend has one and I felt the need - I am a follower
2. I am funny and my funny thoughts should be available at all hours
3. I refuse to be 30 and have a myspace.
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