Blomblog

i know i’m lazy - i love lounging, relaxing, taking it easy, cooling off - but it’s come to my attention that it’s reached new heights.

as of late i’ve really come to take a liking to the concept of the power-nap. admittedly this is not a new concept; in fact, i dabbled in the art form in high school just about every day as i cracked the books each afternoon to start homework. now, i’m not entirely sure if that was power-napping or just plain procrastinating… but i’ve decided bring this pastime back and to turn one ordinary lunch break into a power hour of rest. yes my friends, the power hour of rest. and today, it got a whole lot better…

at the strike of a quarter to one i slip outta the office and into the car. i roll into roberto’s and get a lite burrito to go. i grab my insane amounts of salsa and hurry for the car. as i pull into my parking spot in the shaded parking lot near the beach i transfer to the passenger seat of the car. i crack the windows, tune the radio, and eat away. phase one complete. once done eating, i recline the chair, set the phone alarm and slip into dreamland. and in a mere 20 to 30 minutes i am simply refreshed to tackle the rest of the work day.

and i’ll tell you this my friends - today, i brought a pillow. yes, a couch pillow. and let me you this… glorious.

now ryan douglass has pointed out to me that this is a sign that i’m crazy, old, or genius. well i ask you all this workers of the world. as two o’ clock rolls around do you feel a drag and feel productivity slow down? welp, i did. no more! so grab your pillow, recline your seat, and join in to the power hour of rest!

and yes ryan, i may be losing it…

month of no-cheese-hell has come to it’s dramatic conclusion today. i’ll tell you what folks - i’m gonna it the eat the shit out of some bronx tonite. whole pie for the blomdaddy.

yum!

this month: no fried goods. holla.

Hurry kids to your local IKEA shopping center - i’m on sale now!

i woke up at 5 this morning to use the restroom and grab a glass of water as i found myself a tad parched. i eased myself back into the comforts of my blankets and pillows and grabbed ahold of henry cat to bring myself back into the peaceful habitat of dreamland. with my eyes closed and sheep graciously leaping over imaginary fences within my head i heard some mysterious footsteps outside my apartment. i found this a little bizarre as it was around 5:30 in the morning now. i stayed there frozen listening to hear what was going on. at this point i heard the creaking of my screen door begin to open and i got a little more freaked out. the door knob began to turn and i realize this thing is trying to come in to my apartment. this caused me to freeze up even more as i’m essentially a huge wimp. i reached for my glasses as the thing attempted the doorknob again. i had to do something so i got out of bed and grabbed for a softball bat and peered out the peephole. i couldn’t make out anything so i moved for the window. the thing was gone. i figured if he was trying to get in my house then he’d probably attempt to get in next door as well so i held tight with bat in hand pretending to myself that i’d save the day if the thing appeared again… lies. a man shuffled into the parking lot at this point with disheveled graying hair and pants hanging low appearing to struggle with walking in a state of inebriation or intoxication of some point. i let him scramble off as my fear subsided into anger and creepiness. what if my door was unlocked as i sometimes leave it? i clambered back into bed unable to sleep and watched the cosby show to ease my unsettled nerves.

i got out bed a couple hours later to get ready for work. when i left apartment to head to the office i was greeted by an empty pack of cigarettes on my porch and another sweet little surprise. the man shit on my porch. human shit. on my porch. on the wall. on the floor. and some in between.

so i just want to say thank you homeless man for scaring the shit out of me and apparently, yourself.

okay so i post this as pt.2.0 although i never mentioned the first attempt - yet here is late night whisper screaming over shark attack electro jams part two…

i will post version 1.0, which is now a real song, in the near future.

enjoy:

last nite after seeing the muslims at the ken club i dropped nick and matt off and was struck with a sudden burst of hunger. drove thru santana’s and got me a quesadilla - drove home - ate the shit out of it. got back in my car drove to los panchos - got ANOTHER quesadilla - drove home - ate the shit out of that one too. that’s disgusting…

this has led me to the conclusion today that for the month of march i will not eat dairy. this is continuing with my giving up something per month:

january - beer.
february - meat and sparks.
and next, march - no dairy. r.i.p. quesadillas…. you disgust me. well, i guess i disgust myself.