That's right, the sweet sounds of the laptop keyboard...oh what it's like to have a computer that works in almost everyway.  My cupholder still won't play cd's however.  So now, here are some random thoughts:

• My mom does not appreciate when I download old wrestling theme songs and attempt to do the finishing moves of said wrestler on her.  This may or may not include Tatanka, Razor Ramon, The Ultimate Warrior and The Undertaker.  Maybe it was the terrible impressions of these men that pissed her off; me trying to be Tatanka was worse than a local parody artist, yet more comedic.  We all have dreams don't we?
• The guys at Subway need to stop giving me attitude when I don't bring Tits in with me.  Yes, I'm referring to Lindsay as "Tits" because if they don't get to hit on her, I don't get a good sandwich, which is uncool.
• The cashiers at the closest 7/11 are also equally disturbing.  They fall into two main categories: 1) Overly homosexual, attempting as much hand touching as possible in money transfer situations or 2) dudes who think I'm attempting to steal.  Seriously, look at the rest of the people on Plainfield Pike, I'm the least of your worries. 
• Barry Bonds should go away forever.  So should J.J. Redick.  I won't even check for the correct spelling on his name, he doesn't deserve it.  They should have sex with each other.  That's for Brandon, who changed my survival football pick to San Fransisco and took me out of the greatest race we ever had, even if I watched him do it and forgot to change it back.
• I'm sick of Bill Reynolds not writing bullet columns (that's what this is, for the uninformed) in the summer-time.  Quit watching every movie and reading every novel that comes out.  Where the fuck does he get the time.
• Tim Hosmer eats way too much tuna, plain and simple. 
• Lindsay enjoys shadow puppets way too much.
• I could watch Boy Meets World everyday.
• I love how I referred to "Tits" and mindsay was all about tagging this entry as "Tits", "big tits", "live tits" and "show your tits".  Sometimes it's not even me...
• I have a problem.  I get very happy when Rod Stewart comes on the radio.  Furthermore, I know approximately 95% of his lyrics and I don't know how.  I blame this on my mother.
• Ditto for Phil Collins, but in this case I recognize his genious.
• Harlan Coben is a good read (I sound like Reynolds now), if you enjoy stories written as told to you by someone with a vivid imagination.
• I didn't see the end of SAW II coming, but I liked it. 
• I hate douchebags that ride their bikes in the street unafraid of getting hit.  One day when I have some free time I'm gonna get a shitty car and hit one of those fuckers...if there's no crosswalk it's akin to jaywalking. 
• I agree with Hoz' stance on long white t-shirts on black people.  Are they making a statement about cotton?  I also hate white people and their friggin tapered jeans: "I love my ankles to be snug!"  Obviously this doesn't apply to all, but cut it the fuck out.
• I hate Coach.  That shitty brand all females seem to love.  It's the shitty part of the fucking airplane bitches, you don't need a bag glorifying it.  It would make more sense to call it "first class". 
• Spend 2 hours with Matt Pastore on campus at URI.  Aside from his friends Frenchy and Lucky 13, he knows more meatheads than you could ever imagine. "Oh ey oh, howyoudoin, salami pepperoni..."  Christ, he's the Don of URI retards...
• Joe would never wake up if given the option, unless you promised him a long distance relationship...Get out of bed Joe