bad news... i can't think of anything funny to say. my mind is full of serious things, not bad things, just serious things. that happens sometimes. i'm sure you're shocked/disappointed.
i feel like i owe you something though so here it is:
today i was having a lovely little fchat convo with one of my favorite people, aubrie vaughn aka the queen of the world. we both agreed that we hoped that michael jackson was in heaven. aubs said to me, "i would love it if when i get to heaven, right after a riveting round of how great is our God, to transition into billie jean." there it is, aubs vaughn everyone. actually, i could go on about dear old aubs for hours if you let me. she's the one who gave me the wonderful nickname, coach, which in her mind eventually evolved. it went something like this...coach-coachie-coachie coacherson-coachness-coachstina. don't even get me started on coachstina, it's my least fave, but duh. i was given the special blessing of crossing paths with good old aubstina this last weekend. it was life changing, but it really always is. she told me about a charming little establishment called "wet willies" or is it "wet willy's" i'm not really sure and it really doesn't matter. apparantely it is the one place that can fulfill all of your dreams of having a slushy mixed with a little bit of liquid sin(alcohol). obviously, i wouldn't go to a place such as this considering the fact that it would remind my of my past real bad. but those of you who are interested in playing with fire this place is not only a bar, no no, it's much more than a bar. i mean, it is a bar, but it is also a party and an institution. they even make shirts that say that. it's true, if you don't believe me you can look it up. i think a shirt like that would be a nice little souvenier for maybe a college kid on spring break. like it's one step up from an airbrushed shirt that says "daytona beach" on it. it's just something to consider.
OH! i almost forgot, ryan dau started a blog too. ryansblogduh.blogspot.com. check it out. it's very three thousand and eight. i can't promise it will be appropriate. actually, i guarantee it will not be appropriate.
oh and i found out today that i'm not allowed to mention my place of employment in my blogs. that's too bad because i'm sure i'll have a lot of stories from that particular place. maybe i'll think of a code name for it. oh well, we'll see.