Regret

I don't regret much in this crazy nonsensical life of mine, but if I had to name one, say on a job interview or something, it would be this. The Flobots CD "Fight With Tools", Oh My Sweet Tea, it is the absolute worst.
You know what's even suckier than someone shoving their political agenda down your throat? Doing it to the beat of less than stellar music. GAH. And you must be asking yourself, Really? THAT is your one regret? Yeah. Yeah it is. Usually I have a rule when it comes to buying FULL Cds and that rule is this "I must like THREE songs on the Cd" Well I didn't follow my usually correct standard and I just thought "Well Handlebars was a good song, I think I'll like all of it" WRONG. Wrong wrong wrong. Wrong. So you are probably thinking, Em didn't that Cd come out f*ckin years ago? Yeah but I just imported the ONE good song from it onto my iTunes and it just, it just opened up the wound, you know?

Well with that out of the way I feel I am at peace again.

Next item on the agenda? The Real World.

I. WILL. MAKE. THIS. HAPPEN. I mean, am I right or am I right... I was BORN to be on The Real World. Literally put on this Earth to amuse everyone with my appearance on this oh so entertaining reality show. Everyone would watch it. It will be THE best season. I will be EVERYONE'S favorite. This is my lifelong dream. Unfortunately my lifelong dream has a shelf life of 24. So... I guess I better get crackin? To do this I need to achieve hot-tub-ready physique. Kay that's really it. And apply, of course.

I wonder if there are any work happenings that I want to commemorate.

"I like my cars clean and my women dirty" - Brian aka Biggie
That was classic.

Until the next time party people
Em


Postscript: Shout out to my first follower, Callie. HOOLLLLLEEERRRRRR