Sample of life at 4G - Last night, 11.30p, roommate Cam whispers through my door “Hey, don’t light a match or do anything with fire… I accidentally left the gas on tonight. Don’t worry, though, I put a fan in the kitchen.” Email from roommate Curt this morning, 9.11a: “Please don’t take the trash out today… I’m pretty sure I threw away my credit card. Thanks.”
This weekend a girl looked at my shoes and asked, in a rather condescending tone, “are you wearing those shoes that, like, work your legs out?” I looked at my Nikes http://www.pickyourshoes.com/collectible/nike_max1_skull.htm quite perplexed. “Work out my legs?” I repeated to myself. Turns out she had mistaken my limited edition Air Maxes for those Skecher’s “Shape-Ups” (skechers.com). I was so horrified I went straight home.
Sometimes I feel like people who tell terrible stories with terrible deliveries need a laugh track. Me? I think I’d like the stock audio track of a large audience of girls going “ooooooOOOOHHHH” every time I kiss a girl.
Came home from Houston this weekend to find that in a drunken stupor my roommate had replied to a number of wedding invites. What’s the big deal, you ask? He decided to respond to invitations addressed to me. Looks like I’ll just have to guess which weddings I’m supposed to attend.
We share a building with some UBS financial types. While in the elevator down to lunch some suits were talking about Duke. Thinking they were discussing the NCAA Tourney I attempted to join in the conversation. Turns out they were talking about recruiting new analysts from the Duke business school. I am a child.
http://pitchfork.com/news/38135-new-daft-punk-in-itron-legacyi-trailer/
Tron Legacy has the makings to be the nerdiest movie of the century, and the score is done by Daft Punk! Listen to the end of this trailer, my earphones just exploded.
My mom is out of town so here is an “important” email I received from my dad today: “are you going to be able to go to duane reed or other drugstore and get the ivory bath soap bars?” My assumption is after accepting an invitation for dinner this evening I have unknowingly accepted responsibility of making the Duane Reade run. Next email will be dry cleaning, no doubt.
Fess-up Friday — I’ve never seen any of the Godfathers, in lots of cases I prefer crappy punk band covers of classic songs than the real songs themselves, I frequently talk to myself out-loud, my first beer was a Lone Star and I spit most of it out even though I told my friends I drank it, I don’t know the first thing about cars, and I voted for the first time in this past presidential election.
Facebook, Gchat status, Twitter, YouTube, Loopt, Flickr, FourSquare, and now Google Buzz… even I am struggling to come up with enough material for all this shit (by the way I’m eating an apple and listening to We Are Scientists and I probably have a funny youtube link I can send you).
