Monday, July 28, 2003

What The Hell?!


I've been using WiFi for a long time now and it still amazes me.

Right now I'm in my grandmothers kitchen, my base station is next doorl, a good 75-80 feet away, and I've got three bars.

Tea is better then coffee.

Coke is better then pepsi.

Burger King rules McDonalds (except on the fries)

Night rocks Day.

Winter is better then Summer.

Long is hotter then short.

If its too loud, then turn it down.

Sunday, July 27, 2003


The Minibosses rule! Go now and buy a t-shirt and get their songs. They're fucking amazing!

Saturday, July 26, 2003

New Pictures

There's new pictures in the gallery. They're pictures from our wedding and they're too hot for TV!

Thursday, July 24, 2003

I Married A Crazy Person

Well, in case you didn't know. I married a crazy person. That's right, my wife, the person whom I share a bed with, is crazy.

Now, I know I'm not the most normal guy in the world, but Lila... wow!

Atleast once a day, she'll have these crazy giggle-fests that just leave you slackjawed and staring. The giggle-fests are so bizzare, the slightest thing will make her laugh in hysterics. The other day for example, I turned on a light and she burst into laughter, like I was Gallagher (not one, Gallagher 2.).

Therefore, I've decided to let you all in on the insanity. Every now and then I'll let you all know about her, uhm... ecentricities. Begnining with, the Pringles obession.

I hate Pringles, with a passion. They aren't potato chips, they're not even real food. They're mixed-up tennis balls wanting to eaten. Of course, Lila loves Pringles, absolutely adores them, in the three and a half weeks we've been married, I'd say she's gone through four 'tubes' of Pringles. Disgusting.

Now, some of you may of heard of Lipton's Chicken Rice. Not particurarly tasty, in fact there's no chicken taste to it, at all. But, I like it because it's filling. Lila was dying to try it, so I cooked it, she tasted it and she did this.

Yeah, that's smashed up Pringles in there. A few minutes later, she put a slab of raw butter in there.

"The trick is," she said, "is you can't let the butter melt." As she proceeded to put a large bite of the rice-pringles-butter monstrosity in to her mouth.

"What kind of drugs is this girl on?" I thought to myself.

Well, that's all I have for now, but the insanity will continue, and I wouldn't change for anything in the world.

Wednesday, July 23, 2003

I Don’t Like Being Sick.

Well, I'm sitting on the couch, laptop on lap, Curb Your Enthusiasm on the tube, wife next to me, what more could I want? Well, for my throat to not hurt, thats what.

I was feeling fine until I got to my mom's house, it hit me like a ton of bricks. In Bill Lee's my head felt like it was going to explode, my entire face was dripping sweat. I wanted out of there, fast.

So we come home and it just gets worse. Lila forces a Cold-Eeze in my throat and things feel better for a while. Then the tea incident happens, she says "I'll make you some tea" being the pansy that I am, I say "sure!".

Let me tell you, her definetion of tea and mine are very different. She likes her super light, almost to the point where it's water, where as I like mine dark. Water is boiling, footsteps are heard, it's Lila with the tea.

"What is this?" I say to her, "It's tea" she says to me in a rather perplexed way, "Are you sure?" said I, as she got up to actually 'cook' the tea this time.

Now the tea is drunk, the Enthusiasm has been Curbed, the wife is still here, eating popcorn. We're watching Unfaithful, a rather boring and dull movie.

Lila just comented to me that this movie is very unrealistic as I typed the above paragraph. She just screamed out to Diane Lane "I hate her guts!"

I'm guessing tomorrow I'm gonna put up pictures from the wedding. If I end up getting super sick tomorrow I'll post them.

Tuesday, July 15, 2003


I won!

I actually won a few hours after I made the post about the contest. I got in bed and she grabbed my hand and asked for water, I couldn't help my self and I smiled and whispered "Sure". She took two sips of water and went back to sleep.

Sunday, July 13, 2003

Master of My Domain

So about a hour ago, Lila and I were talking and it went a little something like this:

L: How come you don't kiss me as much as I kiss you?
M: Because you're a needy, clingy girl and I'm not as clingy as you. So basically, you're a normal girl and I'm just a regular guy.

This conversation eventually lead to the 'challenge' she said I couldn't go three days without any physical contact. Little does she know that I'm a man of steel.

She already slipped and pinched my stomach. I think this contest is mine, in the bag, done deal.

I'll keep every one posted on the progress.

Saturday, July 12, 2003

Friday, July 11, 2003

And Now I’m Married

I've been married a week now and my life has changed dramaticaly and yet, has remained the same.

The most noticable, and hardest thing to get used to is having someone around you, 24/7. Before, I'd just go in my room put on the T.V. and just ignore everything else and just chill. Now, there's someone new, someone I have to help take care of. Kinda like having a baby, but not.

The wedding was a smash, tons of people showed up (except you Paul Shaqz :) ). Mesa and I were glued to each other for 2 days, went for a limo ride to Denny's. Had cheese sticks, quite good. Lila ordered hash browns and litterarly ate one strand of potato.

Being married is definately a life changing experience. It's jaring trying to get used to way someone else does something, and it's the stupidest smallest things, like stacking glasses in shelves or what day to change the sheets, but I wouldn't change it for anything in the world. Right now she's sleeping next to me, snoring.

The one thing that she has done so far that was really bizare was the day we came home, I wake up wash my face and ask her if there were any face towels, the conversation went like this:

Me: Were are the face towels?
L: In my suitcase.
M: Oh, well I'm gonna go next door and get mine
L: Oh... (opens her make-up bag) Well good morning to you.

I'm left standing there thinking to myself 'What the hell?!'. Women.