White person problems I'm having right now: -ridiculously red sunburn on forearms from playing six rounds of golf in four days, complete with pale glove hand. -I still have six whole beef tenderloins to trim/peel for my mom's bday dinner tomorrow, which is a pain in the ass because there's not a good filet knife in this house. -Ran out of ice so there's a marine cooler with six cases of beer and gross sparkling water in it that is getting warmer by the second. -my flight to Dallas on Friday doesn't have any bulkhead seats available. Being 6'4 sucks sometimes. -the new apartment I moved into in FL has some shitty contract with a shitty cable company and didn't feel the need to tell us that no other provider can service the area under after we signed a 14month lease. No HDTV, no DVR, no broadband internet. Gulp. -the guide I booked for a fly fishing excursion when I'm in Alaska just sent notice that he can't do it anymore. -my 14 y/o schnauzer is nearing the end of her wonderful life. -the new minimalist shoes I've been wearing officially smell like a dumpster full of taints, only have like 200 miles on them. -someone ate my Makers Mark cherries. Give me your sympathy people. All of it.
Settle for my jealousy? I'm at my house with my parents until my dentist appointment on Tuesday, 25 minutes from anything even resembling society.
Congrats to Bewildered for winning the 1st Annual TiB Rature Party! EDIT: WHOOPS! Turns out today is some kind of Canadian holiday. Lets keep 'er going in honor of the Iditaroders.
What kind of asshole sets the first board exam the day after the Queen's official birthday and puts the last one on a Sunday? Two perfectly good weekends have been ruined, and I can't even go get drunk after. You will hear more grumbling about this in the next drinking thread, I am sure.
Back from my first trip to Vegas. Really is a fun town. Up a hundred bucks at craps the last day I was there. Ive been to LA and Miami and Id have to say this place takes the cake on fake tittied bitches. I guess it's mandated that all cocktail waitresses and strippers need them for starters. Tons of beautiful women there. Back to dreary fucking Ohio.
I wish I were having a drink, but no, I have to be all responsible and shit. Actually, it's not that bad, I could not live with my parents without some sort of mental breakdown. I'll toast you idiots when I get off of work.
Today I went for a six inch toasted Subway Melt (turkey, ham, bacon) with american cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, green peppers, ranch, and a little black pepper. With some stale nacho cheese doritos and a horribly watered down lemonade. The more I think about it the more I realize Subway is pretty fucking terrible.