What a lazy day. I
What a lazy day. I have agreed to be a judge in the CASI cook-off this weekend. I find this priceless because I know absolutely nothing about chili, chili cooking, judging chili, or these events. However, I know two people that are participating and they said they are short judges. I do know how to eat chili (I think), so I'm up for the challenge. This is my first time going to one of these undoubtedly yeehaw-laden drunken-redneck country-ho-down type shindigs. This should be an experience... but hey, I'll try anything once. I have to be there at 2:45. Wish me luck... I have a low tolerance for drunken cowboys. I signed my lease renewal this morning. That fuckin' sucked. Don't get me wrong, I dig where I live... it's just that I was hoping for a break on the rent for being such an outstanding tenant... hehe... right. Well, at least it didn't go up, so lets hear a big hooray for another 12 months of $1600.00/month in rent. Hooray! ...not. I got another party invite for tonight. I think I'm headed out for this one... it should be a great time. The person throwing it is this guy from my old job named Matt, but everyone calls him Billy Bob. He's not a country guy... I think they call him Billy Bob because he's a big, burly guy and there was this character in Varsity Blues named Billy Bob that was big. Our Billy Bob isn't that big... but I still think that's the origin. Nicknames mean a lot more to me if I know the history. I didn't start calling him that, so if I didn't know the history behind the name, I'd probably just call him Matt. Now that I think about it, he's probably the only person I know that I call by their nickname. I prefer to use their person's real name. Ok, I'm rambling again. My neighbors across the street just moved out. I hope some cool people move in there. I hate having bad neighbors.
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