Protuberances and other

I have had a zit on my butt all week, which, from its central location at the top of my butt crack, has been a source of pain and a rather bothersome protuberance. I would love to make some brilliant analogy between this ample pimple on my ass and the way things are going in my life right now, but my life is much better than an uncomfortable canker situated in an odd place.

Alright, alright, that was probably too much information. But shut the hell up. This is my bullshit log.

Last Saturday I spent too much time moving from the apartment to the new casa. The whole idea of moving was nice and all, but I beleive I exhausted my body to the point of sickness.

Then my favorite sports teams pulled an ass-pimple trifecta on me on Sunday, with U of L losing in basketball and the Colts and Bears losing that afternoon in football. My three favorite teams are after all:

1)U of L Men's B-Ball
2)Chicago Cubs
3)Indianapolis Colts

and the Bears come in it at a solid #16 or something. So, basically it sucked. As I commented to Bryce and Brian, "All I need is for them to come on the news and announce the entire Cubs organization has been in some sort of crash" Sheesh.

Sunday we actually foraged over to Bryce's apartment (Motto- "We have far dustier water than you") for some food, football, frollicking, fun, and flavor-ice. A few of the key moments of the day included:

-Bryce having dusty tasting water.
-Bryce dropping his cell phone off his second floor balcony.
-Bryce complaining about being slapped.
-Once I thought the Colts were going to lose, and U of L had lost, deciding to call Adam to tell him to get even more beer.
-The nasty dusty water
-Bryce getting drunk and kicking Brian and I out for some sort of stealth booty call wherein we were not even allowed to see the girl, and he directed her to a different parking lot. She may have looked like this:
http://www.cs.stir.ac.uk/~hrb/ethel.jpeg
or this:
http://www.uglypeople.com/uploaded/18609/ugly16.jpg

We will never know because they met at some place so covert the CIA does not even know about it.

An Ode to Jerome Bettis, By:Bill Cowher
IF YOU EVER FUMBLE AGAIN
I WILL NOT BE SURE YOU ARE A MAN
YOU GAVE THE COLTS HOPE
WITH YOUR SOON TO BE WIFE I WILL ELOPE
HAVE SEX WITH BIG BEN
YOU ALMOST GOT LOVED BY MEN
LUCKY FOR YOU ROTHLISBERGER MADE THE TACKLE
OR ELSE IN CHAINS YOU WOULD SURELY BE SHACKLED
A NICKNAME LIKE THE BUS
I DON'T SEE ALL THE FUSS
WHEN YOU MADE ME LOOK A FOOL
I WILL BEAT YOU UNTIL YOU DROOL
IF YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAINST DENVER
PARALYZED YOU WILL I RENDER

Work has been crazy hectic which leads me to another ass-pimple life situation. Now that I have moved into this sweet ass house that I am renting from my boss, what happens when I find a new job sometime after April 15th...can I still live in the house? Should I just take the easy route and say I have leukemia? Or some other made up disease such that I need "treatment" (AKA a different job) but I can still live in the house?

That's all I want to type for now, and frankly that's you all creeps deserve.