Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Indian Constant...pation and infection

I was out with my buddy on Saturday night and we went into a convenience store so he could grab a pack of Marb Reds, $13 btw. As we're bullshitting with the guy, he comes to ask me if I'm Indian. Shocked, I give a little chuckle and ask him if I look Indian, I know, I'm a fucking genius. Why would he ask me if I'm Indian if I don't look it, right? Well anyway, I proceed to inform him of my heritage, but I just find it really funny that depending on how long my hair is or why style my facial hair is, I can look Indian, black, white, hispanic, middle-eastern, north African...almost anything. It's kinda fun, but it makes me wonder if I've chosen the wrong career path. I mean, shit, maybe I should have gone the Bond route. I'm good with languages, and what with our war against medium-skinnned people, I could be a great spy for the infidels. What about jewel/art thief? That would be badass. I'd have police sketches floating around that have me looking like 8 different people. I guess this one would be a bit tougher, though, seeing as how you can't exactly go to school to learn how to break into museums and such and no one in my family, that I know of, is a thief. Fuck it, I'm a smart guy, I could have taught myself the trade. We'll keep that one on the list. I could have been a terrorist...not really into killing children, though, and I feel like that's part of the job description. I guess I could play a terrorist on shows like 1000 ways to die and 24. That would work, I guess. Good pay too. But no, instead I'm a fucking accountant. I sit in front of a screen all day and crunch numbers. If that's not the most exciting thing, I don't know what is... I'm just a regular-ass accountant...nothing exciting...or am I.

And now for something completely different...

I've been contemplating turning this blog into a short story blog. I think I'd still do "regular" updates like these, but I've got these ideas for stories and I feel like it'd be cool to post the stories here in installments. You know, a page today, a page tomorrow. It's an idea I've suggested to a couple friends who like to write, but my problem is that I don't really like to write much. Surprise, surprise, right? You'd never guess by my once a month posts... but still, I feel like it'd be kinda fun. Unfortunately, my lazy ass will probably never actually do it, or maybe I'll start and finish half way through leaving my fan (notice the singular) dripping with antici........pation. Then again, maybe I'll start it tonight and it'll just be some boring shit that finally drives you all away for good...eh, we'll see. If you see a post that seems a bit different, I guess you'll know what the deal is. I think that if I start it, I might not do regular posts until a break in the story, or maybe the end. Not sure, as I'm sure you can tell, this is still just an idea that hasn't been thought through fully...ok, now I'm just rambling, so...

Now for something completely different...

I had this nasty sinus infection a couple weeks ago. It was caused by this fucked up NY weather...and 14 hours of drinking and smoking. Some buddies and I went to a Saturday brunch. It had been about 80 a couple days before so I figured I didn't really need to dress like it was still winter, mind you that damn rodent had promised us winter was over. To make a long story short, Monday morning I'm sitting in the office with a fever that should have had me in bed. Being the moron that I am, I didn't even realize I was sick until the next day. But I mean, honestly though, who wants to take a sick day when they're sick? Aren't those to be saved for sunny days in the park? Well, at any rate, this is a good reason why I shouldn't be smoking in the first place. You'd think all those pictures of diseased lungs would do it, but no. I do, however, think it's a good time to toss my age old friends away, so that's the plan. But then again, you know what they say about the best laid schemes o' mice an' men...oh, you don't? Well, apparently "gang aft a-gley".

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