Dear baby Jesus...

That's right. I saw it.
And it fuckin rocked. Hard.
If any of you haven't seen it yet, I suggest you do so immediately. Cuz the Ferrel that is named Will is awesome. That man is like my Idol. And then some.
I like to browse thru my stat counter sometimes. It's been a while. Sometimes they crack me up. Like the (person) who found me thru googling (which is officially a word, according to Webster, as of last week) "going to the gym with a sunburn."
That shit is awesome. Which then made me think about how bad it's going to suck tonight going for a bike ride with this ass-sunburn of mine. That's right. I burned my ass. And I went for a shorter ride last night (pre-sunburn), so my ass is so not going to be feeling the love tonight. But hey, now I'll be able to make all sorts of whiny comments about being butt-hurt right? Right.
Disclaimer: You probably don't want to read this: Shite man, I don't know what is wrong with me, but all day I've been peeing like it's a night out, and a night out where I've had at least a 40 of Smirnoff Ice Twisted Green Apple (not to endorse it or anything...) Should I be worried? Probably. I can't remember drinking that much today. And all I've had was water, sadly.
Ok, enough about bodily functions and whatnot. Back to the stat counter. Which one of you checks out the site from work in Denver? I didn't think I read anyone there... Who is your daddy and what does he do?
HA! I found me. On the stat counter... Ok, yes, I'm officially lame now. Next!
So I've found myself several times over the last few weeks feeling like a huge Douche because, as I have learned from good Ole Jerkstore, it's like a capitol sin to get to the gym/pool/workout facility before the dude who works there. And for a week straight I got to the pool to swim laps (it opens at 6) waaaay before the little lifeguard dude. I felt bad. I laughed at myself for feeling bad, but I felt bad anyway. This is just some summer job for this kid (I hope), and a lot of people give him shit if he's like 2 minutes late. I didn't give him any shit or anything, he's alright, he plays some cool music sometimes, but I still felt like I was in the wrong. Not that I'm going to stop gettin there early, if you show late, you get the shitty lanes. And I've got to have the one awesome lane. That's right, only one is awesome enough for me.

Right, I still have to pee, so later kids.
Or in the crazy words of my bossman "Be easy like sunday morning."