I have a friend who has been really so so with me. I’m not sure why he has been so shady to me, I’m absouletely positive it isn’t my social drinking habits. But it just might be the fact that we can’t really do anything but drink with each other.

Just a few beers, nothing too edgy. So the point of this blog is to get my mind off the whole ordeal. It’s been a week since I’ve talked to him so hopefully something will work out. What a ding dong! I’m just scared that he’s upset at the fact I’d like to know him besides the drinking habits.

When most people think of magical fruit, they think beans. But most often times forget about tomatoes. Beans have such a bad rap.

Maybe it’s just because I like to acknowledge back winded humor that I’m writting about it, or maybe it’s the fact that I respect th smelly ice breakers.

There’s nothing more amusing then having intense conversation and seeing everyone staring confused for a second. Then there’s the point of asking whom did it.

It’s always funny to see the person that did the damage deny the incident.

Besides, I’m sure everyone has a good story to tell about gas.

I am in no way a singer and will never be. I’m just too much of a smoking, drinking, tiny, bird lung having person. Every now and again I find myself singing like crap for the fun of it. Just to make time go by and for a good laugh.

Yesterday, I might have gone too far. I drove a friend home and I turned on my CD player and rocked out to Heart, R. Kelly, and a bunch of other songs. By the time I took her home, she was very angry at me. I asked her why since it was a only a thirty minute drive through rush hour and I took the short cut. She replied you butchered many good songs.

 As for that, I’m inclined to agree. I’m a terrible singer but an even dumber person for having exposed my weaker points. 

I love to dance with all my heart. But the only problem I have is when a pole isn’t around, I have terrible balance. I like all types of music, but I find I can’t adjust my moment to move to hip hop beats.

I just look like I’m having controlled seizures of some sort. Therefore, I find myself watching MTV and trying to get some kind of clue about movement…..the kind that I lack. Hopefully something good will come of my wasted time.

It’s time to say good bye to a wonderful friend that has made my mornings brighter. Bob Barker is retiring after 50 years of the Price is Right.

Although I’m not so sure if the executives have considered hiring a replacement, but I’m sure things won’t be the same. I’m going to miss his senior moments and freshly tanned face.