Tuesday was fairly lame, but not overly lame. If "lame" was like being in the "red", and the opposite of lame was like being in the "black", then Tuesday was a "run on the bank." Thank god the bank never went under.
Wednesday, or today, was also pretty lame. Aside from the guest appearance of Caity, and my wife getting out of work early. The Pistons signed Ben Gordon and Charlie Villanueva, maybe they'll hire Jim Calhoun and make a bid for Caron Butler and Ray Allen, then move the team to Connecticut. Word.
It's still Wednesday, I'm bored as hell and feeling super cluster-fucked, as a swarm of company decided infest my living space. "Arg" I'm currently hiding in the most obvious place, luckily no one's looking for me.
I've been on this "Deal Breaker" shit hard lately. You would think piloting this helicopter to a power-plant over run by bikers would get boring after a million games... but... it hasn't. I keep finding new ways to annihilate their handle-bar mustaches. I always seem to be teamed with the most incompetent players GTA has to offer. I will take out all five floors of enemies, but when two bikers drive away on slow ass hogs, my teammates can't track them down. I'm in a helicopter, kamikaze-diving onto a boat full of raging lunatics with assault rifles. Pussies.
Zach Randolph is going the Grizzles for Quintin Richardson. Two players with up and down careers. Z-Bo is a moron-spartan, I got no love for that dude. Q-Rich is ok, I admire his commitment to Jordan shoes, but as a player, he hasn't accomplished much since Phoenix.
Alright, I'm gonna go rumor-surfing. Peace.
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