Stoopid allergies!

Woke up yesterday morning with red eyes, sore throat and a stuffed-up nose. That's what I get for actually thinking I was gonna be the only one not fucked by the pollen. Stupid me, right? Needless to say, I didn't go to work. I just knew I'd sit there at my desk and just be useless and miserable all day. Not worth it. I'd rather just sit at my desk and be useless, but happy. I did venture out for a bit to get my car washed. She looked so lovely, but this morning she was covered in a fine, yellow, dust-like coating. Some call it pollen. I call it disappointment. I knew it'd happen, but she needed to get cleaned badly. Started to look like a used-up hooker who didn't give her pimp his cut.

Fuck you, pothole!

I seriously hate potholes. I hate them with a passion. I hate 'em even more now thanks to the Geico(?) commercial with the talking pothole that's poorly voiced and sounds like some redneck hooker on a Monday morning. Uhg. Everytime I see one that's all I think about. Last night, the bitch got me! I have no idea how I didn't see it, but at around 8 o'clock, getting off at exit 62 on the LIE I hit this pothole so fucking hard I was picking suede from my asshole when I got home. This thing could not have been that big since I wasn't able to spot it, but from how hard I hit it, it must've been deeper than Star Jones's bowel. Fortunately, there was no damage to the wheel or tire, well, not that I could see, anyway. The wheel didn't fall off on the way in, this morning, so I guess so far, so good. Can't get the same sound out of my head, though. Just so painful to hear.

On a side note... God of War 3 comes out, today! I can't play because I have work to do! Yay! What? No! No 'Yay'. Are you crazy? That sucks! Grrr... Gonna have to wait until the weekend, I suppose. I fucking hate being responsible.

Golf, Zombies and Lamborghinis

Come on. Be honest. You can't tell me that title didn't get your attention, huh? So, I went with a buddy of mine to check out the Long Island Golf Expo, today. On the way out there I got to see this little, yellow beauty on the road:



That right there is a Lamborghini Gallardo Superlegra. I believe that's Italian for "I cost more money than you'll ever make". Sigh...

So we get to the expo and, I gotta tell ya, I was a little disappointed. I was expecting something along the lines of other conventions/expos I've been to, but this turned out to be pretty boring. The only cool thing I saw was the Para-Golfer. Basically, it's a special wheelchair-like gizmo that lets someone without the use of their lower body be able to play golf. Pretty neat. I also got a quick video analysis of my swing. I need work. Apparently, I lean too much to the left, keep my arms too close to my body and swing too low, but my finish is strong. Funny, I never knew my golf swing was just like how I fuck. Go figure.

Ended up leaving after that and took a trip to Best Buy or, as I like to call it, Mecca. Checked-out some surround sound setups, PS3 stuff, and movies. Decided I've been renting long enough and needed to pick-up some Blu-Rays I've missed out on. I got 9 and Zombieland. I can't believe I waited to long to see them (let it be known that I only recently saw Avatar). Haven't seen 9 yet, but Zombieland was amazing! A helluva lot funnier than I expected. And that cameo from BM (not gonna spoil it) was brilliant!

Ok, it's late, the wings are kicking up, and it's way too shitty outside to bother going anywhere. Time for [adultswim]. Where's the Mylanta?