You want a post? Well here we go!

I'm mostly just posting to catch up on the random things floating around in my brain and because I have been chastised by a reader for not posting anything new to entertain him during his long, slow work days. So if the post ends up chaotic and non-sensical - blame Will.

First and foremost I would like to thank any reader that attended my housewarming party this past weekend and make a formal apology for my horrendous introduction skills. Turns out I need to keep the frat-party sized cup of gin away from me until all people are accounted for. I have been "yelled" at (or at least nicely reminded) that while the party was fun, I sucked as a host. Sorry about that everyone. I promise to do better next time.

Speaking of next times, I'm thinking about starting up a "First Friday's" party at the new apartment. Idea being that the first Friday of each month I have an open invitation to anyone that wants to stop by for drinks and snacks from 7-9. There could even be monthly themes...I was really proud of myself for coming up with this until I was informed that while I thought I was being extremely creative, it turns out I just yanked the idea out of my unconscious memory as art gallery's do this all the time. Ah well, I still think I might give it a try...

Kudos go out to my guest Alyssa who introduced me to the following fantastic websites. For all your t-shirt needs try BustedTees - the site that just reminds me I have to find a way to work from home. And a new addition to the blogroll comes in the form of Violent Acres. I don't always agree with everything she says, and even at times am offended, but she does have a fantastic way about her which you have to respect. Her guest blogger today is also pretty entertaining. Check it out if you have half an hour or so to kill.

On a completely different note I just want to make it clear that there are rules regarding who can lecture me about smoking. I get that it's a nasty fucking habit so the field of folks that can harass me about it is pretty wide open. I won't promise that I'll always listen but for the most part I won't get in the way of your concern. With that said, I need to make it absolutely clear there is one category of individuals who under no circumstances are allowed to harass me about my smoking. If you are a smoker yourself and snort fucking cocaine up your nose you have no right to tell me that the brand of cigarette that I smoke is going to kill me one day*. Sorry, but since I don't harrass you about your nose candy habit, leave me the hell alone about my Marb Reds**.

I could go on and on with random thoughts flying around my brain, but if I don't get this posted it will sit in draft form forever (it's already been in here a day and a half) that and my spell checker isn't working so please forgive my typing errors. I promise to be back up and running with more coherent posts by next week...just in time for Super Tuesday!



*The individual to which this pertains has no way of actually coming across this (he doesn't know I blog) so sorry to all my actual readers, sometimes you just have to say/write it out loud to get it out of your head.


**The really sad part about this rant is that since the incident that prompted me to rant in the first place I have sort of switched brands to Winstons...I acutally like them and they are less harsh than the Marbs. Plus there was a pic of Britney all strung out and crazy looking and in her hand was that infamous red pack with the marb triangle, after that I had to give em up.