Decisions Decisions

MAN is it hard to get things done when your head is wrapped around 4 different legitimate offers for your next career move. I thought it would be easier then this, but in the end I find I have a headache thinking up pros and cons and deciding which is best for now and best for the future.

But I guess the nice thing for me in life right now, is I can just act normal for awhile and write about something funny or stupid on here, and pretend that there's no pressing issues surounding me.

Since I handed in my resignation for this place, quite a few interesting things have come to the surface. Apparently I'm getting out at the right time because the people who bought this company out, have decided to start playing god and pinching everyones salary, limiting their expenses to an abosulute minimum, and take almost every freedom that this office once had. So when B.a.D said quit while you're on top, he wasn't kidding. I also mentioned to them that when I'm in the office I don't have anything to do, and I don't have any responsibilites. Well apparently that didn't mean anything because for the last 3 days I've been pretty much reading websites and doing little make work projects just to push the day by faster.

So I still havn't had full approval for the frontal nudity shots of me... I'm kidding. But I havn't put them on this computer yet so you can't see them, but I'm obviously going to have to search down something funny to tell you guys about. It seems the picture idea was something B.a.D and I tried awhile ago and it was a huge hit.

Ok so I found one. Here's the background. B.a.D came out to my brothers bachelor party a few months back, and he saw things he never thought he would that night, and because of it he was so amazed he promised he'd make it up to me/us. To which I was thinking something of the same caliber. But instead it was a disgusting half cup he called a "shot" of spiced rum. Now I'd been shooting Tequila all night, and slingin beers, and sipping wine... so I already had this ginormous cocktail of alcoholy goodness, so what was one more shot right? WRONG. I smelled this thing and started looking for a big diesel generator to dump it in. Shit, even this cup of filth would make the thing run a little rich... so this is me before the shot.





















I have that look of

"Well, I've been drinking this, which is good, now I gotta drink this, which is not going to be good. In fact not even near what the good was at the bachelor party... so what the hell kind of a 'repay' is this. Not to mention, why does B.a.D want to see me toss my guts everywhere... he's got his gf here, he doesn't need to sleep with me tonight does he? Are they having problems? I'm not sure anymore because him and I havn't talked to much lately, what if there's something I don't know about, what if he's got some issues that need attention, what if this is his way of getting off? What time is it? Should I really drink this? I'm kinda Hungry."

This was a tough decision for me. Almost as tough as the one described earlier.

So I took the "shot" and it wasn't pretty. I took the whole thing, but it still wasn't pretty. And I'm pretty sure my body aged a few years. Luckily for me there wasn't someone with a fast finger on the shutter or there'd be a whole lot of embarrasing picture all over this post.

Anyway I survived the evil that was B.a.D's appreciation and went on to have a fun night.


B.a.D Sez:

See, these days, and in this stage of my life, there's no way I could keep up with Mizzle. I'm man enough to admit it... no chance. I'm practically straight-edge now, not quite, but close. Two drinks is usually the standard when I go out, I believe four has been the maximum for the past 2 years, minus one or two instances where I decided I was gonna go crazy. But that's over a 2-3 year period.

Back in the day, from ages 18-21, especially that year where I lived in that condo, well... he should just consider himself lucky that he didn't know me or have to keep up with me then.

Mark my words, back in the day, that shot would have been nothing to me, tanked or not. One time at The Taz (showing my age here), myself and my friend Nyomi once downed three 151's each (if you don't know what those are, consider yourself lucky) after already being way more drunk than we had any business being near a dance floor.
So I guess I just thought Mizzle was at least as hardcore as I used to be, if not more. You think I harbored resentment for that horrible human being that provided us with those 151's? I was that guys best friend for the rest of the night after they hosed a lot of my inner organs and self-respect of the floor.

It's also lucky that I wasn't going to school in that 3 year period, otherwise there would have been a lot of this type of thing:

Practically Straight-Edged,
B.a.D

For our female viewers I'll show you a sensitive side to the world of Mizzle. This is me with my neice Kaitlyn. She's kind of a big deal to me, and we had a lot of fun dancing. She's gotta work on her 2 step though.



















Well that's all for me today. I'll still be around posting after I switch jobs so don't you worry your pretty little hearts. Gee I might even be in a good mood from time to time....

NAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!

Mizzle