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July 06, 2005
Here Comes the Flood
Ambition’s a good thing. I dig it. It’s very American, very capitalist, very ra-ra-ra. In moderation, it provides a service. Moves things forward. Pushes us past existing limits.
Of course, when pushed too far it leaves you exhausted sick and wondering how you can be this tired and yet unable to sleep.
I have the perfect conditions to sleep: sick day from work, lots of rain in the background, more pillows than I can shake a stick at on my bed. Not that I would shake a stick at my pillows, mind you. That would be at least six kinds of weird. If I do that, you have permission to co-opt my DVD collection. And I know you’ve been eying my Shania Twain disc.
The Girl and I got ambitious and decided to push through last night and paint some more, and my body finally broke after dropping her off. We did manage to get through two rooms of hot priming action. Sadly, that’s not “hot” in a sexy way as much as in a “damn, I didn’t know this type of humidity was possible” way. My paint shirt was all funky. Not the good James Brown type either. Essentially, each time I use an adjective, think of the good application thereof, then the bad one, then choose the bad one since that’s the one I mean and will save me from typing out eight lame jokes based on such a premise.
Rain’s currently falling so hard I can’t see across the street. I guess it’s good that I don’t have to drive to the apartment tonight to paint, since driving would take the form of hydroplaning at the rate this is going. I’m worried that the whole scenario in “The Day After Tomorrow” is a lot closer than we think. What a weird six months of weather. Bitter cold, huge snowstorms, 3 months of “42 and crappy”, then ridiculous humidity, then the mildest 4th of July weekend ever, and now I’m looking out the window and seeing Noah at a red light. Welcome to New England. Enjoy your stay. I’ll be over here reading brochures about real estate properties in San Diego.
I’m off to see if a “Date My Mom”/”Room Raiders” marathon on MTV will either cure this insomnia or make me kill myself. Either way, I won’t have to keep my eyes open, so I look at it as a win-win scenario. Stay dry, New England. And stay classy, San Diego.
Ron Burgandy, out.
Posted by Ryan McGee at July 6, 2005 12:35 PM
Comments
Ryan,
I have to say that this blog was back to your sassy savvy self. You make me laugh. Reminds me of one of your blogs long time ago... like 2 year s I think.. regarding a different apartment and appliances on the lawn.
Posted by: ann at July 6, 2005 04:32 PM
haha i FREAKIN LOVE YOU RYAN!!! I can't wait untill october! we will party woop woop! haha i miss you:( god your so effn funny! haha. Hey you should go to my xanga! lots of pics, but don't tell anybody else. Our little secret. hehe. you should get on sometime and we can chat! i g2g.. I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!
<3 k-dizzle, chongo, LolitaStarr*, or kailey.. Whichever you prefer! o, my xanga is at this link. http://www.xanga.com/ILoveRckSprngfld
Posted by: Kailey ur fave. Goddaughter at July 6, 2005 07:03 PM
Kailey, when I see you, I'm making sure the wait staff gives you decaf.
Love, Ryan.
Posted by: ryan at July 7, 2005 01:49 PM