wickedflea | (no subject)

Wow. My brother would be 36 today if he'd lived. He was born on the day that Richard Nixon got elected President. I think my dad has told me that people at the office joked that my parents should have named him Spiro Milhous (or something like that) instead of Keith. Heh.

I got 10.5 hours of sleep last night and am fairly awake at 10 a.m. for a change. (I was gonna say "bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," but let's not get out of hand here.)

For some reason I'm craving buffalo wings. Hey, they should make breakfast buffalo wings. Actually, that would probably be pretty nasty--but of course, now that I've said it, somebody probably will start making them. The twisted corporate mind will try pretty much anything. I was in the frozen-vegetables aisle the other day and noticed that someone is putting out crispy mashed potatoes formed into smiley faces. I can't find a link for it, but I know I saw it.

Nothing tops the menthol malt liquor that Colt .45 came out with several years ago, though. I think I've mentioned that before.

What a douche.