Shadiness has struck home again

Some say you can't keep a good shady down. Well, let me be the first to say that I concur. Jarm was coming into the garage last night and the father and son (the child molesting duo that they are) just happened to be hanging out in the alley. Then they tried to come in the garage while Jarmon was still in his car. He thinks they were going to jump him but instead he told them if they didn't get out of the way, he was going to run them over. So he took off again. They said they were looking for me and my car. How comforting.

So the harsh reality of the situation is that Old Shady is out of jail. How the fuck did that happen? I'm sure he considers County his second home, how did he get out so fast? Anyways, in news that isn't so surprising due to yesterday's developments. Some stuff is missing from our garage. Spring cleaning is being done whether we want it or not. You know, I really don't even care as long as they don't snipe my car.

Anyways, after work, hit the gym. The weather was so gorgeous last night that afterwards, I met up with Kelly, Ann Marie and Jarm at Cullen's for a few cocktails outside. Of course the weather isn't going to hold. It's supposed to be cold by the weekend. However, Jarm scored tickets to the Cubs home opener on Friday so I'm going to see if I can get off for that.

What else has been going on? Well, ever since Sat, I've had this song from Road Trip stuck in my head. It's the part when they're riding in the short bus and singing "I wan-na Rock... ROCK!... nono nono nooo!". Holy shit, I'll sing it anywhere, I caught myself brushing my teeth this morning and all of a sudden I started singing that part. I told someone at work about it and now it's stuck in their head. What can I say? It's infectious.

Oh, I've had to wear my beat up KCole's to work these days b/c some jerkoff at the last after hours at my place was too drunk to determine which pair of shoes were his and took off with my nice work shoes. I know, I know, it's not like they were satin slingback ManBlnk's as someone pointed out (gay guy of course) but they were still a nice pair of Cole Haan's. So this dummy comes over to give back my shoes and delivers them to the wrong address. I guess he left them outside the door in a box. I guess when it comes to Jarm's co-workers, we're not dealing with the brightest bulbs in the box. So whatever address that he left them in front of, actually just down the street, won't answer the door whenever he goes over to see if they picked them up by "mistake". Only Napoleon Dynamite could describe best what I think of this situation in one word... "Idiots!"