I have not done anything to be considered a “value” to society today; and it feels awesome. I have this feeling that if I were fortunate enough to eventually be able to work from home, I would be a complete bum. I haven’t even left the house. And I love it.
What I have been doing today, is painting. I love painting. And I have been doing it. The picture above, is off an incident that occurred during said painting activity; Sydney decided that he wanted to be a part of it. I went to grab him before he got in the paint, which only forced him to back up quicker; where he proceeded to lay his tail in the paint. That would have been totally okay, if he hadn’t decided to trash that newly paint-coated tail around in the air. All the mixing you see; totally dog induced. There is no editing here folks, the dog does it all.
Other than painting, I have been drinking a 40. I sent James to the store last night to get beer, and told him I wanted 2 double deuces of icehouse, you know, to drink before going out last night. Instead, I got two 40s. I am not complaining, because we live in the ghetto, and now, I can really connect to our neighbors. I may even step outside so that I can pour a little on the ground, you know, for the ones we have lost. This one’s for my homies!!! Now, I need to get back to my day of “nothing”. God I wish I didn’t have to go to work tomorrow.
Sunday tunes:
U2 - Sunday Bloody Sunday (for the record, I hate U2)
Alanis Morrisette - Crazy (James Michael Mix)
Pras feat. Mya - Ghetto Supastar (that is what you are)
Thanks for stopping by my blog. I noticed you live in ATL. I finished up law studies at Emory. ATL is a cool town.
Anywho, thanks for the visit.
But to be truly ghetto the 40 must be Black Label wrapped in a brown paper bag.
OK, just the “40″ talk made me laugh. But pouring some on the ground? Damn, now that was good.
drinking 40s? that is ghetto. we live in the ghetto, too, so 40s appear quite frequently in my apartment
Ha! There’s the quote of the day. Don’t be surprised, Duane, if you see it appear at the top of my blog.
One of the most utterly surprising feats I’ve ever attempted was drinking a mix of grape soda and Old English in a 40.
Word.
I don’t know whether to be proud, or disgusted!!! EW!
Mad Dog 20/20, the only way to fly in the ghetto.
Sydney will taste even better with a painted tail.