We may have spent just a little too much of yesterday evening playing Guitar Hero. What! Don’t judge lest you play it yourself and get hooked. When I first tried it at my cousins’ house this Christmas I got booed off stage trying to play My Name is Jonas on easy and guess what! Yeah, I rock that shit now on medium. Just how I roll, homes. WEEZER STYLEE.
It’s also been raining fit to float an ark around here, so it’s been nice to be cozied up in the office thrashing away at a video game and then tearing apart a chicken for dinner. We are savages! Well, savages that get rotisserie chickens at Whole Foods anyway. Yuppie savages! Definitely.
We watched Brazil during dinner and let me tell you a funny story that really just encapsulates me: back in college I sat down to watch it with friends and a piping hot pizza and, well, something about the pizza tasted off so I went and threw it up? Not only did I not eat pizza again for a year, I somehow decided that I never wanted to watch Brazil. People, I was wrong! Shit was funny.
And fin!