Go Tribe!

I'm not sure how good of a thing it is that I do have an abundance of time to type things up on here, but I'm enjoying the typing/writing/thinking that it's inspiring. That one post with all the questions-- the one where I slashed the name of this and halved it up into "weBlandfill"-- is fucking sweet. I was hungover and not in a very conscious air, which makes me feel in a way that I have two(+?) people posting on this blog because I would have never written that or even thought of half of it in a sober state or wide awake.

Well it wasn't a "lame" Saturday night, but I was tired from all that unmentionable bologna on Friday night to get much fun done. On Sunday though, things were looking up a bit as the CLEVELAND INDIANS CLINCHED THE DIVISION against the Oakland gAys. Jake Westbrook with like nine strikeouts I think, then Raphael Perez for a couple batters, then Raphael Bentancourt to close those bitches down. Final score was 6-2 with rallied runs, not just off the wall one or two run home runs. Pretty bitchen. To celebrate, Ted (whom I hadn't seen for weeks prior because he disappears for weeks on end seeing no one but his girlfriend, she then gets pissed enough at him for some dumb shit so he gets a few days of her cooling off when he can actually kick it with his friends) and I met up with Kevin, Andrew, big Paul, and Chetti at Buffalo Wild Wings in Streetsboro. They were watching the Cleveland Browns, but me and Ted aren't really into football. It pretty much revolves around the undying hunger for money, whether it be the players or the gamblers in the stands and sports bars. The two of us had a beer, went to Subway, met back up with Kev and Andy back at their place on Infirmary to drink and watch the Browns. I drank some, watched the Browns lose--close game surprisingly, the coach of the raiders called a pussy's timeout while the Browns were kicking a field goal that would have won them the game--watched the dudes blow some smoke then came back here to my home where me and Teddyballgame passed out at like midnight.

I could sleep well from 4:30am on. Oh wait, that's not right! I was awake, flopping around from then until 8:30! I had to get up then because I had a meeting with my probation officer. "What's that?" you ask? Well, it's this guy I've had to give $50 a month to say, "Hello" to just because I got an underage drinking charge in October, 2005 and a conviction in January, 2007. Pretty sweet right? There aren't better things on which I could use that money. Actually, there are better things! He's been teasing me with being able to let me off this shit earlier than the original court-appointed year, but today I learned that even if he did do that for me, the earliest would be ten months in. That means either I'm going to have to pay one more time, or two more times because he mentioned November. It's all bullshit really. He knows it too, but he's just doing his job. It's judge Plough who's the bitch. Next time he's on the ballot, choose anyone but him. And if you or someone you know vote for that prick I hope you stand before him in court and are sentenced for doing something that actually mattered.

I proceeded to watch TV with Ted for a while, have a tea (which I'm glad the weather is cooling off enough for), and went back to sleep around 1pm, arose and blogged.

So here I am with nothing to do really. I guess I'll shower and holler at this Badassness later if something actually happens.