"in the words of my uncle"

iron chef america is awesome.

alright alright, aside from it being totally skewed and edited to make the viewers believe that they really plan, and then prepare an elaborate 5 course meal in 60 minutes time.
also, the waxy looking ninja host is kind of over-the-top.
oh, and the sound editting to make every frame change and head turn sound like a high speed karate chop.
and aside from the smoke machines, lights and the pedestals the iron chefs appear on at the beginning of each show as if they hired the same producers from "AMERICAN GLADIATORS". please tell me you remember that show? you know, with the wall and the balance beam oversized q-tip fights?! oh man! anyways, yea aside all that stupid shit.

iron chef america is awesome.
just like gladiators was.

please play again, sucker

I dont even like tim hortons coffee, but its (still) ROLL UP THE RIM time. and I suffer from a number of annoying symptoms of said time.

annoying symptoms like, going out of my way to drink a tim hortons coffee as often as the change in my pocket, and relative position to one allows. thus leading directly in to the following symptom of not actually enjoying the coffee I just spent $1.35 on. I mean its a buck, right? WRONG. its a waste, and I am lured in to a false sense of 'okay-ness' about spending what is now likely near the $30 mark on shitty, fucking shitty coffee in hopes of winning a vehicle? please. so now, I am a firstly LAME, more poor, sucker for willingly giving myself gut-rot on bad coffee I have convinced myself I am going to strike gold with. awesome.

either the marketing for this campaign is gettin' real good.
or I am getting more desperate.

I have won a "hot beverage". and I have yet to redeem my prize. this gives me the strength I need to get through this season of empty, rim rolling dreams.

ps. if I ever call tim hortons "timmy ho's", I will give the first person to stick my head in an industrial sized coffee grinder, my free hot beverage. redeemable until may 24th, 2009, bitches.

alright, I admit ...

Id like to avoid using words like "stare at" or "creep on", the girl who takes my bus. but that is exactly whats going on here, and there isn't much else I can say about it.

its one of those scenarios where every single way youve thought about making some form of conversation, just seems so outrageously creepy and uncalled for that you have decided to just sit back and enjoy that person for what they are:

awesome after work eye candy.

yep.