I've was feeling ill for the past 3 days. I thought it was due to my current lack of sleeping, my Chi being off, bad spirits from homicide pictures - you name it. Today I am so much better. So much better! Hmmm... What could've changed? Hmmm... =D
Work is work is work...Last night was nice and steady as it has been since the new year began. After work I headed to Finn's just for one drink and one dollar's worth of games on the Megatouch. I knew J was back in town but with everything he has to do I doubted that he felt like drinking so soon after getting back in. Zac was there and we ended up trying to finish the crossword puzzle in the paper. After trying, really really hard, for about 20 minutes, I caved. I called J and was ready to leave a voicemail demanding the answers. J ended up being still awake and the conversation went like this.
HIM "What? You have to wait like everyone else?" ME "No. Just email them to me, it's better than texting you every clue to get an answer." HIM "That puzzle is syndicated, I didn't make it. We get the answers on Tuesdays." ME "Today's Tuesday!" HIM "Oh, well then I have the answers." ME "Give them to me!" HIM "I'll go to the office and pick them up and I'll be there." ME "No. Just email them." HIM "It'll take me 5 seconds to go across the street."
So we got the answers but then it was really pointless because it's not a challenge anymore. I tried to start working on next week's puzzle but I got stopped, J said he didn't want me to start getting used to being ahead of everyone. J also mentioned that Mort's now has a Wednesday thing of everyone trying to finish the crossword puzzle. I am seriously considering. Anyway, I was allowed to read my next week horoscope. And contrary to what Zac thinks, reading your horoscope ahead of time does not alter your future. Freakin' tard!
Currently considering getting ready for work, and deciding what it is I will be wearing. Oh, already decided. Anyway, video below for J complete with lyrics. Thanks for helping us cheat!
Fall Out Boy: This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race Lyrics
I am an arms dealer Fitting you with weapons in the form of words And don't really care, which side wins As long as the room keeps singing That's just the business I'm in
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress
I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I wrote the gospel on giving up (You look pretty sinking) But the real bombshells have already sunk (Primadonnas of the gutter) At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep Crashing not like hips or cars No, more like p-p-p-parties
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race Bandwagon's full. Please, catch another
I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
All the boys who the dance floor didn't love And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough Sing until your lungs give out
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race (Now you) This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race (Wear out the groove) This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race (Sing out loud) This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race (Oh, oh) This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
