Ah Hate Tomorrow

"Like microwave pizza?"

-House (Cameron told a male co-worker that the two of them should have sex because they are far too busy to date other people and this is the guy's response)

Our Best Buy is definitely unique. We have our own giant at 6'9' and well over 250 pounds. Sure, he's pretty fat but you can't miss him when he waves at you. Damn, it is so nice to have my very own giant find things for me when I need to shop at Best Buy. You should be jealous because he only talks to me and I even look up to him.

Ah, a small slice of heaven can be found at Best Buy. For me, this would be the place to max out credit cards or just go nuts because, although too mainstream, the place can really make your place rock. Flat screens galore! DVDs and dorks rocking out to a game of Guitar Hero every time I visit Best Buy. It's almost like a free arcade but the rest is expensive. Even better is that I know not only the giant but various people that work there so I'll always be chatting away. Some of us don't haunt chatrooms but would rather hang out with the overworked.

Ever have to go somewhere only to leave with more than you planned? Best Buy does that to me a lot. Damn mind of mine has me in need of controlling these sudden desires. While I was supposed to pick up the extra controller for the Wii, I came out with M.I.A's new CD. At $7.99, that's pretty good only I now wonder if I missed a different version with a music video. Yes, the girl is super cute, yo.

Note: No, Sammy, I disagree with you. Not all brown people are u-g-l-y. I've seen several that cause my head to turn, especially when an Indian girl wears a nose ring. What the fuck is my problem that this tiny little diamond in a nostril causes me to overlook what white people keep saying. Hardly anyone I know finds brown people hot. Just me. I also have a soft spot for a certain British actress.

It's not surprising that Sara is not completely happy that I may have a j-o-b. It may get the little ball-breaker off my little white ass but it will mean less time in Indiana. I don't know about you. Some of you are in relationships while others are very obviously upset with the current situation. I'm torn in some ways, too. Yes, I have a sensitive side when not biting the head off people that annoy the fuck out of me in blogs.

Sara's different. She's been there for me through a lot more than any other girlfriend I've ever had. There's support at all times even if we find ourselves yelling at each other over lane usage in traffic. Sara is prone to road rage. I am laid back until you really cut me off, fucker. I've had the flu and was cared for. Her parents love to have me over because I'm sure it's odd for her mother to find someone that will sit down through a session of Bravo's Top Chef and talk. In the house, the rest of the family is in the living room. I've forgotten what it's like during football season and, yes, the dad is a major fan of the Indianapolis Colts.

Note: There was no gloating over the fact that the Colts beat the Bears. Funny that our 2 favorite teams battled last year and that I, wearing a Bears jersey, was allowed to live.

As for my influence, I've got Sara working out in the gym. Never thought I'd find myself being a personal trainer since it's not something I've been taught. All my expertise was through trial and error, a lot of trial and error. So, here I sit after reading that Sara was going to hit the gym after work. It felt good that she's not only looking to get more fit but also to feel more of a control over her life. When things are lost and chaotic, a girl tends to throw a year-long fit in secrecy. I should know because I go fucking nuts if my room or house looks filthy. This boy knows how to vacuum. Just ask the 2 dogs that chase the damn machine once it's turned on.

So, tomorrow is my birthday. Big fucking deal. I'll be here until tomorrow early evening. No plans for now but I know Sara will insist on a birthday dinner. It's kind of a set-deal. I did hers on July 2nd along with expensive margaritas at the local bar. Whoo! Large male with a sissy drink! Oh, how I remember that night well because 2 fat chicks had the nerve to comment on Sara's outfit by saying the word 'hooker.' Actually, there was nothing to warrant such a comment. Fat chicks should shut the fuck up, especially those that wear wife beaters with their enormous bellies hanging out.

Remember the rule: Spandex is a priviledge, not a right.

But what do I really want? Peace within myself would be nice. I'd like the ability to just shrug things off that have nothing to do with me. Politics have me clenching my teeth. The obsession with celebrities makes me wonder how pathetic we are to worship Britney, Lohan, and Anna Nicole Smith. I like music and movies but don't wish to know everything. When I heard that Keira Knightley's bush is going to be seen in her new movie, it stung. While I'm sure it's gorgeous as most pussies go, I'm kind of protective in not wanting to come across various jackasses saying nasty things about this. Okay, I am thankful that it is revealed she actually has a bush. Go, Keira, go!

And so I bid adieu to you all. A birthday entry? Not sure. What could I possibly say to a night the same as any other? My family is super quiet so there will be no go-karts, shots with dad, porno karaoke, or the sudden need to set tables on fire. We're just one of those quiet families where it was crazy in the past. Can you beat my 21st birthday where I passed out twice? Drunk in the morning and then fucked up on a fraternity's lawn party. Well, it is something you kind of expect when your best friend's an alcoholic. I'll admit a bit of sentimental thoughts that there are people that have been with me for over 5 years. Happy twats all around.