Do you guys remember when Shamrock had all of those Spam emails, aka Spam Poetry, on his website? Those were the good old days.

I was just thinking about that as I was deleting the Spam comments that I get on here. And man do I get a lot of them. But, you don’t want to hear about Spam comments. You’d probably rather hear about adventures. Well, I’m fresh out. All I’ve got is regular day stuff. And since yesterday was Monday, it was more regular than usual. Like two cups of coffee and a bran muffin regular.

It started out well with my Monday meeting. I got a bit of encouragement and a semi-new assignment. Like an assignment leftover, that’s been reheated and covered with cheese and hot sauce. Then it was off to take care of business. I spent the rest of the morning on the phone and working on the Royal family’s computers. Then, I forgot to eat lunch. So, I ate ice cream instead. After ice cream, I went to the college to have words with financial aid. That lady is lucky I didn’t break her other stupid arm by tearing off her already broken arm and beating her good arm with it. Sassing me. Asshole.

After financial aid, I went downstairs to get reamed by the bookstore. The whole scenario was like a nightmare, but not the kind with monsters. More like the kind where you show up to school in your underpants. And then it is on fire and filled with classroom after classroom of final exams that shape-shift into ex-girlfriends with your aborted babies riding on their backs like Master Blaster. And suddenly, you’re Tina Turner. That was what going to the college yesterday was like. Hey, at least I got my textbooks out of the deal.

After that it was all doing laundry and eating Western Sizzlin’ and not buying Big Boi albums on vinyl. Also, my Icelandic dream girl posted a new video:

Did you notice Kingston’s Icelandic doppelgänger in the chair behind her? I did. Also, Dave sent me this a little while ago:

It looks interesting to say the least.

Okay, well, I’d love to stay and chat, but laundry needs folding and my brake cable on the trike won’t repair itself. More soon. ~SC