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Holy fuck, I lost my phone.

Monday, March 13, 2006


I hate the idea of having a home phone. I don't have any real use for it anymore. Long distance is a thing of the past, and who the hell is home long enough to actually be reached?

With all my phone equity placed in my cell phone, it doesn't exactly bode well if said phone is ever misplaced.

After a night out (surprise), and getting a ride home from a friend, I proceeded to my apartment like usual. As I got in the elevator, I did the usual slightly OCD pocket check. Wallet? Check. Keys? Check. Phone? Fuck.

Now, with no phone, I find myself in a pickle. How do I reach said friend and inform them that apparently my phone is now taking residence in their car? It's not like I can call them and let them know.

So, after reaching my apartment, I tried a few things, including, but not limited to, screaming, cussing, and using the internet to text message both my phone, and my friend's. After a while, I gave up, and went to bed.

Luckily, the following morning, my friend figured it out and was able to drop it off before work.

It just goes to show...regardless of how well connected you might feel, it all goes away rather fast if you're too drunk to remember where you put your "connection"...

posted by PJ
4:03 AM

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Blogger will be my bitch

Thursday, March 09, 2006


I've been a bad blogger. A bad bad blogger.

However, I'm saving up some recent events to blog about, and will be (hopefully) back to the normal every day/every two days thing.

Look for topics to include:

- The Art of the Drunk Dial
- Why I hate the handicapped bathroom (had to get ONE in there about poop, right?)
- Holy fuck I lost my phone

and so on...

The fun begins Monday...

posted by PJ
10:01 AM

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Snow skiing in Hell, anyone?

Monday, March 06, 2006


Well...the world is finally ending. Three 6 Mafia won a fucking Oscar.

I've never been a fan of the whole Oscar thing, only because the Acadamy is full of a bunch of douchebags that don't particularly depict my personal tastes, or anyone else's for that matter. It's frustrating to see a huge deal made out of a show that's essentially just a bunch of old guys sitting in a room deciding what kind of film we should appreciate.

And then came the coup of all 78 years.

Bigger than Halle. Bigger than Jamie. No..."It's Hard Out There For A Pimp" is officially the biggest breakthrough in bridging the Oscar stereotype gap.

Aside from the profound impact that hip-hop has and will continue to have, I've actually just been giggling thinking about a bunch of stuffy old guys bobbing their heads. Elton John this is not.

As I watched the show tonight, it reminded me of just how lame award shows have gotten anymore. But...I watched anyway...

Oh, and by the way...as Jon Stewart pointed out...

Three 6 Mafia: 1. Martin Scorsese: 0.

posted by PJ
4:42 PM

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