So, you’ve probably seen this guy’s writing in ads in Vice Magazine, nebulously attached to an unknown product, and said WTF to yourself. What’s going on are they are pages from a book written by one of the rappers from the group Plastic Little. You can see more pages from the book on here.
We saw that Gym Class Heroes and Dashboard Confessional show tonight, shit was bananas. We’ve been fans of Gym Class for a long time, but this is the first time we’ve seen them since they’ve blown up big. It’s crazy to watch a band go from playing for a couple hundred people to couple thousand people in just a few years.
When New Friend Request was played we kept telling girls that we were at the shoot for the video, but they were unimpressed or didn’t believe us.
After GCH played, we walked around a lot to see who we could say what’s up to. We never found Travis (he was probably too busy eff-ing any girl he wanted to there), but we did say hey to some other celebs.
It’s a well-known fact that we don’t care about baseball, but we went to a Phillies game yesterday and had a lot of fun. We only like baseball games as venue to drink a lot and hang out with people, so we didn’t pay much attention to the actual game but the Phillies won and that was cool. All of our co-workers up here are huge Phillies fans so knowing something about them will be good for making small talk or whatever.
It was way too cold outside, though. Philadelphia needs to warm up.
But it wasn’t just balls and beer that day, we also…
Andy: You, me, bar, beers, buzzed. Wings, shots, drunk. Waitresses, hot. Football, Cornell/Hofstra, slaughter. Then quick nap at my place, and we hit the tiz-own.
Michael: No, I don’t want to do any of that.
Andy: Duh, which is why I was joking about doing it.
I don’t know if it transfers to paper well, but Andy’s monologue on last week’s episode of The Office was so funny, in an unbearable adult-frat boy kind of way. Andy is great new addition to The Office and he has kind of helped to humanize Michael a bit.
Also, we’ve all taken a nap at our friends’ place between drinking while watching a football and drinking at the club later, but planning it ahead of time is so pesimistic and also kind of homoerotic. You should plan to meet some babes at the football bar and sweep them away to the dance club after the game is over, not plan on going home to regroup and try again later. Come on.
We don’t believe in letting the physical realities of space and time influence our Sunday evenings. Nor do we believe in letting what we want to do interfere with what we need to do, or vice versa. If you can’t make it through a day of work on three hours of sleep, you need to toughen up or possibly get a less strenuous job. Likewise, an adult should know how to moderate their drinking at the end of the night in order to be sober enough to get in the car and drive at quarter to five when the alarm goes off. If we learned nothing else in college, we learned to function while sleep-deprived.
