I'm Bert, but where's Ernie?

Dearest Internet Friends,

jennifermorris:

Unfortunately I don’t think I am allowed to invite any of you to GoogleWave as I was invited by someone else and not directly let in by Google. I think that’s how it works anyway. I can’t find anyplace that says “Invite”. If I’m doing it wrong, feel free to say “You do it like this, retard!”

Sorry!

You do it like this, retard!

what.

What do I want for Christmas?

I don’t know.  Everyone keeps asking me this, and I tell them the same thing.  Either, “I don’t know” or “nothing.”

I of course know what I want, but any and everything I want is neither reasonable nor feasible, so I just stick with the simple answer.  “Nothing.”

What I DO want though includes, but is not limited to:

• a new computer
• an iPhone or iPod touch
• a new car/my car fixed to not being complete shit
• money
• drugs
• rock n roll
• more money and drugs
• world peace
• more drugs

i’m just pulling stuff out of my ass now really.

10am isn't too early for grilled cheese is it?

didn’t think so.

and now we play the waiting game.

so for some reason when I moved, I didn’t bring my hockey equipment.  I think mainly because we were out of room, and I was all “oh whatever I’ll just go back and get it” or something.  Stupid Robert.  anyways, I’m sick of waiting so I just asked my roommate back home, via facebook to go ahead and ship it all out to me.

hopefully it didn’t get thrown away or something, and hopefully it gets here before the ice melts.  granted, if I do get this, I’m going to be so terrible because it’s been a couple years since I’ve played.  but that’s not the point.

the more you know.