good morning america

so i woke up... my pants are filthy... my kitchen is filthy... my soap dispenser has ended up in the bath-tub.... and then there are my shoes. my shoes were taken off my feet last night... it appears that the laces on one shoe decided to tie itself in a knot.

i like the fact that drunk tim has no time for knots in shoe-laces... he's got business to attend to. he has got to hit the hay. that's his mission.

honestly, it takes about 5 seconds to get the knot out of shoe-laces. it's not like drunk tim is trying to untangle christmas lights.

its a shoe-lace!

he leaves that job for hung-over tim.

man, drunk tim is a dick to hung-over tim.

I'll fight you.

the empire gives up.

So I was just sitting in my cube here, and then I hear this whistling coming from over the top of it... it was the Darth Vader theme... I'll tell you, it was a little ominous at first.

That was of course until I turned my head and saw a 5'4" guy walking by wearing a dress shirt and dockers.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Grinds my Gears

You know what really grinds my gears?... when you wake up expecting to have a pretty good day... then you flick on the television set and it turns out that today's Saved by the Bell is gonna be a "Tori episode".

Dammit... that really grinds my gears.

Bark at the Moon

i've discovered that a fun way to ride the subway is to stand in the aisle and not hold on to anything for support.

this way i can pretend that i'm "Teen-Wolf" when he's surfing on top of his van.

note: if you try this, you will have to resist the urge to howl when the subway comes to a stop.