CAN THE MUSIC SAVE YOUR MORTAL SOUL?

My last few blogs have been rather boring. This one may or may not be an exception. But any time Sister Sledge is in the house, it usually means white people will love what's up.

Okay.

I'm tired of hearing about Michael Jackson now. It was only a matter of time. However, the best thing to come out of this whole deal is that MTV and VH1 actually played music videos.

Today is the first day of summer when I have officially forgotten what day it is. And I don't care to know. Why? Cause I ain't got shit to do. Well, I have shit to do. But I have all god damn summer to do it. Hurrah.

So, summer vacation is almost here and I'm freakin' excited as hell about visiting Boston. Sam Adams, here I come! Then it's Harry Potter in IMAX up in Providence. And I kinda want to visit the The Station in West Warwick where Great White played before it burned down. I was in Rhode Island shortly after it happened, but never visited. It was like a zoo, but I kind of want to visit now.

I love champagne. Just thought I'd put that out there.

Yesterday's pool experience turned out to be an awesome redneck version of your favorite MTV show. We have these people who are at the pool every time we go and they take up half the pool area like they own the joint (only to actually use half of it). It's a group of we-don't-know-how-many with we-don't-know-how-many kids. And we just sit there trying to figure out who belongs to who.

My theory is that they're a recently-out-of-jail commune. They had a huge gangbang and now they don't know whose kid is belongs to who. In yesterday's episode I like to call "Poolside Yo-Momma Drama Pt. 1," some drunk dude got punch-slapped by some chick twice and he kept yelling at her to do it again. When I say yelling I meant like the kinda shit that goes down at Mudvayne concerts.

Well after the first round, he left and was possibly murdered (cliffhangers are what make you keep coming back). And this was all in front of those who's-whose kids. Strange, strange shit.

Some people need to be sterilized when they begin to become a detriment to society.

Chad Johnson aka Ocho Cinco made me laugh this morning for calling out Shawne Merriman of my San Diego Chargers. Let's get this straight for those who don't know who these two are. Chad Johnson, who no one likes, is a tall twig who has gold teeth. Shawne Merriman is comparable to a god damn rhinoceros (I spelled it right the first try). His neck is like a friggin' redwood. And Chad Johnson wants to fight him in a boxing match. All I gotta say is, televise this, please!

I've started writing a story that is actually worth my time to finish and I'm excited. This story got my mind abrewin'. I kind of know where I want to go with it, but it will involve a surprise birth, the Vatican, a "miracle", and a cracked skull. I'm undecided on the cracked skull. We'll see when we get there. But there will be blood. That's the kind of cool thing about being a writer. You control who goes and who knows. It's kind of creepy though.

I saw My Sister's Keeper yesterday. I was the only man in attendance. But I actually thought it was pretty good. Rather depressing. My wife told me there was a different ending in the book and I think I would have liked that one better.

The Confed Finals are on today and I'm freakin' ready. My prediction: Chargers win the Super Bowl.

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