Get Me Outta Here
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Monday: August 21, 2006 - Get Me Outta Here
I'm not sure I believe John Mark Karr killed Jon Benet. Here's a guy in a Thai prison. As I learned at work there is a big difference
between jail and prison and prison is not particularly savory. AND that's in the United States. Make it a Thai prison and I bet I would
say anything to get out. Anything? Like that I killed Jon Benet? Perhaps. God knows I'm creepy and pedophile-like enough to say it and
people would believe me. I'm obsessed with the girl anyway because I've got a thing for 6-8 year old hotties. I'm not saying JMK is guilty or
not guilty. I'm just saying he's perfectly creepy to be the killer but at the same time can you trust anyone who wants to get out of a Thai prison?
tchris won our Welcome Back game over poker, knocking me out in head-to-head. Also joining the game was Blogless-Amy, her friend Kristen and jamie. Our karate test is Saturday but last night I either severly sprained or slightly fractured the index finger on my left hand after slamming it in my car door after poker. Ouch. That is some intense pain. Something sharp poked a hole in me and that makes me a little nervous. I can bend it with only moderate pain so I'm hoping it's just sprained. I'm not saying anything about it in karate though because nothing is holding me back from my purple belt and black gi.
I'm not sure I believe John Mark Karr killed Jon Benet. Here's a guy in a Thai prison. As I learned at work there is a big difference
between jail and prison and prison is not particularly savory. AND that's in the United States. Make it a Thai prison and I bet I would
say anything to get out. Anything? Like that I killed Jon Benet? Perhaps. God knows I'm creepy and pedophile-like enough to say it and
people would believe me. I'm obsessed with the girl anyway because I've got a thing for 6-8 year old hotties. I'm not saying JMK is guilty or
not guilty. I'm just saying he's perfectly creepy to be the killer but at the same time can you trust anyone who wants to get out of a Thai prison?
tchris won our Welcome Back game over poker, knocking me out in head-to-head. Also joining the game was Blogless-Amy, her friend Kristen and jamie. Our karate test is Saturday but last night I either severly sprained or slightly fractured the index finger on my left hand after slamming it in my car door after poker. Ouch. That is some intense pain. Something sharp poked a hole in me and that makes me a little nervous. I can bend it with only moderate pain so I'm hoping it's just sprained. I'm not saying anything about it in karate though because nothing is holding me back from my purple belt and black gi.
Comments:
- Kristin Williams
IT'S OVER I MEAN IT STAY AWAY FROM ME?
KILLER
Good Things Take Time...
-6 days until FSU Football (2010)
Random Picture...
Is that me? Wow, my eyes are bloodshot. I only had two beers!
Is that me? Wow, my eyes are bloodshot. I only had two beers!
Time Machine:
09-10-2009
· 09-10-2008
· 09-10-2007
· 09-10-2006
I took the day off blogging but only because I was thinking of you.09-10-2008: It seems like just yesterday I was dreaming about Dr. Spencer and the Corkasaurus. Turns out it's been a whole year. Last night I was talking to Chris Green and he's going to do a guest entry next week to catch everyone up on his life so get ready! Later in the evening I was thinking to myself that it would nice if a bunch of people would write "catch-up" entries so that we could find out all of the exciting things that have been happening since we interacted on a daily basis. Even the people that I've seen/talked to somewhat regularly, I don't really know the full-blown details of what's going on with their lives. Here's where you come in--you too can write an entry to catch everyone up. Send me an email and I'll give you a date from which to start. Then you can post on here in the next few days/weeks. Just think--between 150 and 200 people reading all about your interesting life! And to think I get to live that each and every day.
09-10-2007: Apparently Britney is back after performing at the MTV Music Awards over the weekend. Everyone railed against her out of shape body and poor performance. While I won't comment on performance (I didn't see it, although I'm sure it was a abysmal), she just had two kids. She's not a miracle worker, she can only look so good.
In sadder news, it looks like my mentally-vacating grandmother is headed for an assisted living facility. That sounds really cold but for the past year my dad has dutifully driven over there to attend to her every day and took a sabbatical from work the past six months and she apparently can't even remember that he visits at all. There's been some speculation that since she's lived alone for so long her memory deteriorated into nothing because she never really had to use it; she's at the point now where she can easily ask you the same question six times in ten minutes. It's really sad. I really don't envy the decision my parents have to make at all.09-10-2006: Chompy, what's this? jamie and I scored some tickets from her sister's husband's parents for the Troy game so naturally we went. The game even more horrible in person than it could have been on TV. FSU couldn't hold onto the football to save their lives. De'Cody Fagg was the only trustworthy receiver and there were no, and I mean no, trustworthy rushers. I wish I knew what went on in Lorenzo Booker's head. I bet it's something like, "'Lo, listen" (it should be pointed out that Lorenzo sounds strikingly similar to Alex) "don't dance this time. Just run straight ahead." Then he gets the ball and his feet take over. "Damn it, feet. Stop doing this, we've been over this a zillion times!" And that goes on like that every play.
Their damn band would not shut up. They played under our band the whole time since of course the eight members of the TSU band could not be heard over the Marching Dorks. They played when we had the ball...or Troy had the ball...or there was a timeout. However, the largest trigger to their playing was...our band playing. Which was funny because there were so few of them that you only realized this after FSU's song stopped and the Troy band kept going. Anyway it was horrible. Next week is Clemson and I'm going back solely to beat the shit out of their fan who kept tapping my head last time. I know Jamie doesn't believe it but after eight months of fighting at least twice a week I'm feeling pretty confident I could kick some frat-ass.
In sadder news, it looks like my mentally-vacating grandmother is headed for an assisted living facility. That sounds really cold but for the past year my dad has dutifully driven over there to attend to her every day and took a sabbatical from work the past six months and she apparently can't even remember that he visits at all. There's been some speculation that since she's lived alone for so long her memory deteriorated into nothing because she never really had to use it; she's at the point now where she can easily ask you the same question six times in ten minutes. It's really sad. I really don't envy the decision my parents have to make at all.09-10-2006: Chompy, what's this? jamie and I scored some tickets from her sister's husband's parents for the Troy game so naturally we went. The game even more horrible in person than it could have been on TV. FSU couldn't hold onto the football to save their lives. De'Cody Fagg was the only trustworthy receiver and there were no, and I mean no, trustworthy rushers. I wish I knew what went on in Lorenzo Booker's head. I bet it's something like, "'Lo, listen" (it should be pointed out that Lorenzo sounds strikingly similar to Alex) "don't dance this time. Just run straight ahead." Then he gets the ball and his feet take over. "Damn it, feet. Stop doing this, we've been over this a zillion times!" And that goes on like that every play.
Their damn band would not shut up. They played under our band the whole time since of course the eight members of the TSU band could not be heard over the Marching Dorks. They played when we had the ball...or Troy had the ball...or there was a timeout. However, the largest trigger to their playing was...our band playing. Which was funny because there were so few of them that you only realized this after FSU's song stopped and the Troy band kept going. Anyway it was horrible. Next week is Clemson and I'm going back solely to beat the shit out of their fan who kept tapping my head last time. I know Jamie doesn't believe it but after eight months of fighting at least twice a week I'm feeling pretty confident I could kick some frat-ass.