Martin Brodeur has tied the NHL record for all-time wins by a goalie tonight, by helping defeat the Montreal Canadiens 3-1. On Tuesday night, the Devils play the Chicago Blackhawks, where Brodeur has a chance to surpass Patrick Roy's record of 551 wins. My opinion? FUCK YES. Brodeur is the greatest goalie in the world, the Devils are the best team in the world, and history will be made on Tuesday. It's nice when I'm not embarrassed by my sports team. (I'm talking to you, Eagles.)
Speaking of the greatest of all time, I got to indulge in a glorious Wawa sandwich today. If you don't live in the vicinity of a Wawa, well... kill yourself. Or move. The glory of Wawa is a gift to the people of earth. I had the pleasure of washing it down with an entire half gallon of Wawa diet green tea. I swear, if there was a god, this is his essence in a bottle. Abosolutely the best.
These are the things that make me feel at home. I had a model Montgomery day today: Went to the park to play basketball with Greg, had Wawa for lunch, watched the Devils game with Matt, downed half of a New World Pizza, and I'm writing this from my comfy ass bed... life is good right now. No work, no drama, no bullshit. Just relaxation. Something tells me I'll get bored of it quickly though. I need a little drama. Makes ya stronger.
I need to use this week to speculate any job prospects for the summer. Still don't know where I'm gonna end up. DC would be aight, LBI would be spectacular, and Montgomery would be... easy. I should go to Thailand. AHAH! Weren't expecting that one, were ya? Too bad I'm too poor. I'll figure it out. Gotta make some cash money, so I can... how do you say... make it rain on them hos? Hoes? Hos? (sp?)
I'm beat. I woke up during the AM. I know, right? The "I'm tired" thing is a recurrent ending here, I know. I don't have time to write this garbage in the middle of the day when I'm as amped up as Daffy Duck on amphetamines. So yep. I'm tired. Off to putz around for a while, then pass out. I have important Spring Break type things to do tomorrow.
Speaking of the greatest of all time, I got to indulge in a glorious Wawa sandwich today. If you don't live in the vicinity of a Wawa, well... kill yourself. Or move. The glory of Wawa is a gift to the people of earth. I had the pleasure of washing it down with an entire half gallon of Wawa diet green tea. I swear, if there was a god, this is his essence in a bottle. Abosolutely the best.
These are the things that make me feel at home. I had a model Montgomery day today: Went to the park to play basketball with Greg, had Wawa for lunch, watched the Devils game with Matt, downed half of a New World Pizza, and I'm writing this from my comfy ass bed... life is good right now. No work, no drama, no bullshit. Just relaxation. Something tells me I'll get bored of it quickly though. I need a little drama. Makes ya stronger.
I need to use this week to speculate any job prospects for the summer. Still don't know where I'm gonna end up. DC would be aight, LBI would be spectacular, and Montgomery would be... easy. I should go to Thailand. AHAH! Weren't expecting that one, were ya? Too bad I'm too poor. I'll figure it out. Gotta make some cash money, so I can... how do you say... make it rain on them hos? Hoes? Hos? (sp?)
I'm beat. I woke up during the AM. I know, right? The "I'm tired" thing is a recurrent ending here, I know. I don't have time to write this garbage in the middle of the day when I'm as amped up as Daffy Duck on amphetamines. So yep. I'm tired. Off to putz around for a while, then pass out. I have important Spring Break type things to do tomorrow.
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