i have a lot of free time on my hands these days. i live with my parents, so i dont really have to do anything while im at home. which also means i dont really do anything while im at home. blogging is about the most exercise in a day, and a curious box of cheez its on my desk tells me even thats not doing much good. its too hot, i say, its too sunny. or as the case was a few days ago, its pouring rain and flooding too hard to go outside mom. so im just gonna chill inside with a nice tall glass of orange juice and watch the americans wish they could hang with the best footballers in the world over in germany.

in case you havent noticed, the last few posts of mine have been stuff from the archives, not new material. old shit. you know, like from two thousand four and shit. theyre not even the best ones from the old shit, but i tried to pick relevant ones. mr redick going to jail is obviously not old shit, and heres a new, even better take on his ordeal then even mine. again, bottoms up to that.

this chillin out at home stuff isnt too bad. im gonna have to get used to it too, seeing as how The Man decided to only suspend my license for sixty days. lotta help that punk ass piece of shit lawyer was. he shows up late, said all of two sentences at my hearing, and wants to charge me an arm and leg for no results. sorry buddy, it doesnt work like that. i know, i work in retail.

predictions for the weekend:
italy 1, usa 2
canes 2, oilers 4 game 6
lefty wins us open
cane 5, oilers 2 game 7

holla holla holla.