The Dark Ages Are Upon Us

Brett Favre has retired. Whatever am I to do? The only quarterback of the Packers I have ever known, gone! Today people were out in full Brett Favre glory, a jersey everywhere you looked. Facebook statuses reflecting the news. Wisconsin is in mourning.

...haha. Wouldn't it be weird if I actually cared like that? So Brett Favre is done. Yeah it's a little weird to think of the Packers without him. I guess my lack of real emotion is because I lack a real affinity for the Packers. I'll root for them but it's just not my thing.

Anyway. I have a theory. I think the people living below me are drug dealers. Ok, so I have no proof or evidence of the accusation. However what I do have are the weird hours they keep. Always someone pounding on the door to get in and if they lived there they should have a key. I'll be laying in bed and I can hear people knocking. I even heard someone at 530 Saturday morning. This is a college town, filled with college students and this is a college apartment complex (mostly) so for anyone to be up and at 'em at that early is just unusual. Unless the person was after some Mary Jane. And when the people pound on the door to get in, they don't leave after a normal amount of time. You know, you knock, wait, knock, wait, wait a little more then leave. You don't knock knock knock!! Wait. Knock knock knock, start to yell. OH! And one person always knocks the Shave and a hair cut, two bits! But they do the whole thing and don't wait for the other person to do the second part. Maybe it's code.

I was quite disappointed with the CSI Miami repeat today. All the sudden they jumped to the fourth or fifth season. What the hell? I don't like that Natalia Boa Vista she just irks me. And well, I've seen more episodes with Speed still alive then not so I don't like that he's all dead. Aw. Speed. Le sigh. Wish he didn't leave the show.

And speaking of le sigh. Ugh! Pink is the new blog changed the format and I do not like it. No Trent, I do not. I find it inconvenient that I have to check back sixty times in one day to get the juicy goss when before it was one stop shopping. Boo to you Pink! Boo! I knew that if I checked if after 2 o'clock there should be a post. But now, what the hell? Bad move...bad move.

On that note I'm gonna go do something. I don't know what.