Don't get me wrong, I am not anti-Seahawks

I want them to win almost as bad as the next guy. It'd be good for the city, economy, and spirits around here. It'd be good for the Seattle nightlife on Super Sunday, and the bars during the day for that matter. It'd be good for alot of my friends who have been 'Hawk fans since recess & fingerpaints. It'd be good just for overall moral in the city of rain and mildew. But they need to hurry up and win already. Don't get me wrong, I am not anti-Seahawks. I'm just tired of the Seahawks being on the front page of every paper, every day. They talk about the record-setting season down to what they had for breakfast that morning to what groupie they slept with the night before. Headline : Seahawks Amped For The Bowl On Sunday. Under that: President Shot By 6 Month-Old Infant. There was a shooting on 167 the other day, but the story got bumped because Shaun Alexander was playing chess with some kids. Then these annoying-ass, local sports guys constantly talking about how "we" don't get the respect "we" deserve. Using all the players' nicknames and even making some up of their own that will never catch on. Giving advice on what are the proper Seahawk Super Bowl snacks and what supermarket to buy it from (it's Albertson's by the way). These are the same assholes who wanted the coach fired after last season and suggested the team should "clean house". But don't get me wrong, I am not anti-Seahawks. Everywhere I've lived, minus Anaheim, I never could stand it when the home team was doing well. People seem to have nothing else to talk about. That's what I like about the Seattle. The home teams prosper during the season, but everyone expects them to fail in the post-season (which they usually do). But this year is different for the first time since the Mariners went to the ALCS or when Shawn Kemp took the Sonics to the NBA Finals (who the hell is Shawn Kemp?). But don't get me wrong, I am not anti-Seahawks. I will be there on Sunday though. With something blue on (I grew out of my Seahawk gear in the 10th grade). Crashing a Super Bowl party that I'm supposed to working. Saying I was rooting for them the WHOLE time. Getting drunk with 40-50 year old 'Hawk fans, pointing out the highlights of the season. Then a week or so later, I won't have to hear about it anymore. About any team. Especially since the Sonics are really disapointing this year.

Liquor and Money

Oh, liquor and money. Two of the four greatest things on Earth (the other two being the vagina and a chick with no gag reflex, of course). But why does it cost so much money nowadays to enjoy your liquor? Granted, I have ALOT of liquor at home. But who wants to drink by themselves? It still doesn't make alot of sense to go out and pay $4-5 a shot (plus tip) for something that cost me a dollar a shot at the liquor store. You figure $20-25 a fifth of something good (I'm not a desperate college student, so I do drink decent stuff) and there's roughly twenty shots in a fifth. Yay! I can do math! Yet my tabs are ranging from $25-45 a trip. I'm also a sucker for buying rounds of drinks, which doesn't help at all. I did some thinking, just now. What does the bar have that my place doesn't? Three things: a) room b) pool tables c) girls I haven't seen naked. (C) is because most (not all) girls that are in my apartment I've seen naked at some point in time, whether they know I have or not. So I guess those are decent reasons to spend so much at the bar. Still doesn't seem right for some reason. Oh well, moving on. I know what you girls are thinking. "It's ok for me. I don't have to pay for my drinks. I just put the twins on display and my night is free." Sure, you got that going for you, but you're hit on by every guy in the bar. That's like me saying I can get into a strip club for free, but I get the three ugly strippers always offering me a lap dance (piece of advice: never sit by an aisle). Its not really a fair trade. So you get your free drinks. You'll see me paying for mine and NOT being bothered by dirty old men. Bar-hags on the other hand....... Moral of the story is: we need more house parties. But not at my place. I'm not volunteering or anything. My place can only fit me and two, maybe three other girls. So there goes that. I'll still be your drinking buddy though.

Rain, rain. Go away

So it's rained 28 out of the last 29 days, what kind of bullshit is that? That's a rhetorical question. Meaning it doesn't need an answer. I'm not too worried though. I live on the second floor for one, so no flooding in my place. Second, I get vacation/sick days now. So I can miss work and get paid for it if my car floats down the road. Its kinda crazy though. There are these fields/farms/whatever that line West Valley Highway/Highway 167 that I see everyday. Now they're gone. Flooded. High too. You can see actual white caps on the fucking waves in these fields. You could go wake-boarding or something. Honestly, I have no idea what wake-boarding actually is, soooooo that's that. I got a promotion. Pretty happy about that. ***Side note- I think my neighbors just orgasimed. Heard thumps for 15 sec. then nothing*** Anyway, I get benefits and vacation and so on. A raise. That's cool. Just in time too. I get my "new" car tomorrow. New as in 1996. I only need it for 3-4 years, so I'm happy with that. I happy about alot of things lately. Colts lost, but so did the Pats. Half-happy about that. Is that even possible? To be half-happy? Oh well. Who cares. Also, I'm gearing up for Valentine's Day. Which actually means I'll be at some dive bar, drunk, trying to lure some local, drunken, lonely girl into the back of my SUV with a bottle of Vodka, a rose, and a slab of bacon (that's alot of commas). Maybe not bacon, but something cool. Beef jerky maybe. Or I'll call someone I actually know and make a night and day of it. Valentine's Day sex is always better. Especially when she just had dinner with her boyfriend. Hell is awfully warm this time of year, care to join me?

Yay for bad luck

This was my day....... Me and some friends were planning to see a movie. About 7:20 or so. I head up at 7:00. I have this thing about always being early. As I get on to highway 18 and start to accelerate, my speedometer is going in the wrong direction. I'm gunning it and the damn thing was set to slow-motion. So here I am, in the fucking middle of the gotdamn freeway (fast lane). I was also about 100 feet into the road. So I can see the waves and waves of pissed of drivers speeding in my direction. Its fuckin pouring outside, dark, and people can't see me because my battery is dying. That means my flashers were dimmer than shit, windshield wipers stopped wiping, and the heater stopped heating. Since these drivers can't see me that well, they're barreling in my direction only to swerve out of the way at the last second. I'm stranded. I called my stepdad/mom's boyfriend/friend to help me out b/c he has a big van with a hitch, oh, but he's coming from Bothell. I'm stranded and fucked. I was there waiting for a car accident for 15-20 minutes before a tow truck came in to get me out of the road. I jump in his cab to see his trailer-trashed-out wife/girlfriend smacking Juicy Fruit. He insists he's only taking me to the nearest gas station before he asked me the scariest question I've ever heard. "What is this ride worth to you?" I'm stranded and fucked and REALLY fucked. I assume he didn't want my man-virginity b/c of his girl, so I dug in my pocket and took out about 9 dollars. "It's what I got." It worked. He dropped me off right when my help showed up. Then I proceeded to get towed by a rope, in the rain, w/o headlights or flashers, dragging 2 and a half feet behind a huge van. So I hit a curb or two. My bumber got tapped a few times. Not too bad. I ended up missing the movie and the alcohol. It's ok. I downloaded the movie last night and I'm pounding shots while watching it tonight (w/o the pounding of shots anyway). Now I need a taxi till my car's done. I need to just ride my bike and be happy. Shout-out to Cropley Automotive for the great service. Great guy. All of you should take your cars there for maintenance and what have you.