This is crazy.

   The other day my delivery driver Kenny delivered to a house in Mountlake Terrace to a little old lady with a little yappy dog.  The customer looked at Kenny, who happens to be Korean, and says to Kenny, "Don't eat my doggy!" 'cuz he's asian!  What in the hell is that?!?!

   I told Kenny that he and I would go back to the house later and kidnapp the dog, and give it to a less racist owner.

   Or eat it with some rice and soy sauce to serve her right.

   Just ain't right.

   Reminds me of the time a customer called and placed an order for carryout, and asked me if we were in the "gook plaza."  I was like "WHAT did you just say?!" and surprisingly the customer was astute enough NOT to come in for their pizza.  They knew I was disbelievingly offended.

   I could go on all night.  Like the time that a customer called to complain that their pie was too hot.  I'm like, "Um....  I'm really sorry?"  Whilst in my head I was thinking, "I'm really sorry.  Next time we'll strap it to the top of the car so it'll be cool enough for you by the time it gets there."

   What am I supposed to say?!

   I'd better stop.  I'm going off on a tangent.  Happy birthday, Mike D.  Love always.

       Yeah, the birthday shenanigans  didn't end with my last blog.  We went to Shotze's in Everett on my actual birthday (June 5th) to shoot pool and sing more karaoke (I know...we've gotta take our show on the road or something).  It was D and 2 of my roommates.  Well, one of my  roommates was attempting to hook-up some "yay" and got his ass jumped in the bathroom.  Totally fucked-up!  As soon as I saw him I wanted to burst into tears 'cuz his face was so busted, and he kept apologizing to me saying he didn't want to ruin my birthday.  I hope the guys who beat him up get fucked in the ass.

   Enough excitement for me.  Hopefully I won't have anything else so  dramatically blog-worthy for a while.  Calm is good.  :)

   It's my birthday and I'll drunkenly type if I want to!

   No, I'm not really drunk (amazingly enough).  I only had half a bottle of wine left, alas.  Gone out almost every day for a straight week.  Big drunk birthday week. :)  Let's see how my week went... 

   Wednesday the 30th went to the Becks to catch Danielle hosting and sang some songs with Sheenah. 

   Thursday the 31st the Becks was eerily closed "for repairs" so rallied and went out (with Danielle, my roommate Jason and his friend Ryan) to Madison Ave Pub to sing karaoke and shoot pool (Jason impressing the other two decent-looking ladies there with his Limp Bizkit rendition...good job J-Dawg...especially singing Limp Bizkit).  :)

   Friday the 1st I lent Jason my karaoke machine and suffered through some puss-rock but I don't remember getting drunk that night (but could've been since I really can't recall...). 

   Saturday the 2nd was my birthday party at Brunswick Majestic Lanes in Lynnwood.  Was awesome.  Let's see, who was there...  Sheenah, Danielle, Curtis and his friend Chelsea, Annie, David, Joe, Chuy, Becky, Michelle, Scott, Eric, Jason, Victoria, Peter Tassani, Flemming, Adam Seal, Tony, Mike D, Soe, Junior, Bobby, and Chris Hammer.  I feel like I'm missing somebody but can't recall who.  It was a blast with the cosmic bowling, plus sang a couple of songs (because no matter what I do, I can't get away from the drunken singing...not that I'm complaining).  Didn't get a single damn picture, curse my drunken ass.

   Kinda anticlimatic having the birthday after the party. :)  I've gotta remember to call Chuy and wish him a happy birthday too.  Him being my crazy-tall mexican gemini twin and everything.  I'm glad he made it out to my party 'cuz it's the first one we've had that wasn't together, and I would've been sad if I hadn't seen him. 

   Tuesday (today) whoever's interested is going to Shotze's in Everett to shoot some pool for the actual birthday.  I just feel obligated to go out because I was given the day off.  Can't complain, right? :)

   I need to give my liver a break.

   Late 20's isn't NEARLY as fun as early-to-mid-20's. :)

   Happy birthday to me.  Good times.

   Hey, guess what?  I'm technically living in Snohomish.  Yeah, I know.  I always make fun of the jackasses that live in Snohomish, but here I am!

   Movin' on up..!

   It's like living in a weird version of the Real World...  I also tell people it's like living in a frat house.  Lots of smoking, drinking, random people, and the dog Aruba keeping us all together and sane. 

   That bitch's REALLY the fuzzy glue that holds us all together. 

   I'm fairly drunk, hanging out with Mike D. tonight and watching the t.v.  Work sucked and was fairly steady, then really really slow.  Oh, well.  The wine takes the edge off, most of the time.

   I'm moving out of Joe's house in MLT and going to Woodinville/Bothell to live with a friend until I can afford to live alone.  The move is this Saturday, and is still extremely surreal to me.  It's surreal that I'm single.  After almost five years of being part of a duo, I tend to feel a little lost alone.  When I'm asked if I'm single, I still automatically say "No."  I wonder how long that takes to go away. 

   I'm also lamenting the loss of his family and friends, and I think he's gonna miss mine.  It's all very amiable between us, and I think that after an extended time apart we'll be able to remain friends. 

   Any questions or concerns, feel free to let me know. :)  Anybody willing to help move on Saturday would be awesome, but I don't believe anybody really reads this thing. :)  I hope the new place works out.

My birthday party was great.  Lots of people, food, and most importantly...  Booze!  I got really drunk, and my pinata was off the hook.  I got first whack at it but just tapped it.  Chuy the mexican totally showed us how it was done though...  He went after it like a pimp beating his ho, while smacking Joe with the broom handle as well.  All the airplane bottles of liquor and the sex toys were fun.  It was a good time ushering my 26th birthday in.  

I just found-out recently what a blog was because evidently I'm seriously behind the times. So I decide to celebrate by posting one. I don't care for the word "blog" and would be interested in any information on how the word was coined, but don't care enough to look it up. I'm about to go and get drunk for the 4th night in a row. Wednesday when I went to see Weezer at the Moore I was drunk; Thursday was ladies' night at our favorite dive bar so I was drunk; Friday and today I'm going to b-day parties. Yesterday's was cool 'cuz it was at a dive bar and we had 2 strippers, but tonight's only a house party. I sincerely hope everyone else remembers more than I do about this past week.