Allow me to retort

First of all, did you just call me dude?

Second of all, it's Silas. (Get it right, moron) ;) Also - still weirdly hot.

Yes, you must compete with J. D. Fortune...if he's straight. There were a couple of moments at the concert that made me put him under homo-suspicion. And it's short for Jason Dean (Fortune being his real last name), thankyouverramuch. I'll bet he's saying, "What kinda weiner name is Mike Kurczewski?"

I feel like I don't even know you anymore...

Cindi. Dude. Come on. Paul Bettany was freaking GROSS as what's-his-name in the DaVinci Code. I just read a blurb on AOL about how Albinos are pissed off because of his character in the film. These people really need to get a clue and a life. Catholics are mad, albinos are mad. What's next? If you don't like it, don't watch it. It was an awesome movie. Get over yourself and move on because no one cares. It seems like everyone has to be complaining over something that is outright ridiculous. It's a movie. Movies are NOT real.

Second of all, not only do I have to compete with Johnny Depp (a formidable foe), but now JD Fortune? What kind of stupid weiner name is that?

I had an odd experience at work the other day. I was inspecting a bar and there was an over-served "gentleman" at the bar. When I told the bartender who I was he made a joking comment about having crabs and needing to be checked out. Hardy har. Also, while I was sitting down writing my report he commented multiple times on the "nice butt" of the lady sitting next to him, only not using those exact words. But wait, this isn't even the weird part yet.
While I'm inspecting the bar, a small Mexican man with a cowboy hat had managed to lock himself into the men's bathroom because of some weird deal with the door lock. This still isn't the weird part, hold on, I promise I'm getting to it.

So after I finish the inspection and the writing up of the report, "Mr. Drunk Guy with a butt fetish" walks up to me with his car keys in hand offering them to me. He was drunk yes, but he was dead serious about me driving his Chevy SSR truck. My face had to have looked like I was trying to read a Greek book. I was puzzled why this man who I did not know and did not know me, wanted me to test drive his car. I asked him if he needed a drive home because he had too much to drink and he said that he lived next door. "Come on, it's got 400 horsepower," was his argument when I told him that I couldn't. I think he walked back to the bar stool disappointed. Maybe he let the woman sitting next to him drive it, I don't know.

Thinking about it driving home I thought it would have been cool to peel out with that bad boy, though.

Access restricted!

So I paid off my library card fines today. Actually Mike and I both paid off our fines today. Between us (ok...mainly me), we had nine overdue books. Our fine total came to $12.40. That's right...we're serious, big-time delinquents! I think we came this \-----/ close to making the FBI's most wanted list.

Speaking of cats....uh....were we? Anyways, last night Mike and I were discussing how Meme's favorite Piston is Tayshaun Prince. The problem is, since she's so little (just a baby, really!)...she has trouble saying his name. She has the same problem saying Orlando Bloom. Yes...Michael and I have truly had conversations discussing our cat's speech impediment. We really need a hobby, I know. (You wouldn't believe the elaborate life story that Furio has...he's seriously a cat on the go!) The best part of this, though, is that there is a grown man in my apartment speaking in a baby-voice falsetto saying "Taysaw Pince" and "Lando Boom." The other day, I was in the kitchen when I heard the following come from the living room where Meme, Furio, Mike and our friend Melody were watching Game 7: "I like that Taysaw Pince, daddy. He fine." It's the funniest thing, ever. I really need to buy a video camera. Is there some form of "America's Funniest Home Videos" still in existence? We'd win 10 grand for sure.

Tomorrow night I'm going to go see the new INXS. I'm fairly excited about it. This ticket was my wedding gift from a friend at work. I like J. D. Fortune, the new lead singer, a lot. Mostly because he's cute...but that counts!

I must go snuggle my cats. G'night!

I *heart* Paul Bettany

Mike and I went to see the DaVinci Code and I have to say that Paul Bettany can look good even as a murderous albino monk. Mike's fairly enraptured with the flick and I must admit that I enjoyed it. I am, however, much more enamored of the original book than I am with the movie. Definitely worth a viewing - I'll even let Mike buy me the movie on dvd when it comes out. :D But make sure you read the book.

My house is a pit! A total pig sty - but I feel so totally great about it. It's a work in progress. I've decided to get rid of everything that I don't use. I brutally went through my closet and ousted anything that hadn't been worn in the last three months. Well, ok, not everything. As I told my mom, my little brother's old shirts are going to continue to hang in the closet for awhile longer. I had them out on the bed and even in the "goodwill" pile, telling myself that I almost never wore them. They hung in the closet until I needed something overlarge to lounge around in. I packed up all the other clothes into boxes and then I stared at those shirts. I picked one of them up and I outlined all the reasons I should get rid of them. They have small holes in them. They don't fit - they're way too big. They aren't fit to wear outside of the house. I almost never wear them. I slipped the shirt I was holding over my head and put it on. Then I picked up the other shirts and hung them in the closet.

Anyways, my cloak room is spotless and beautiful! My closet is streamlined and the rest of the house is on it's way to being so. Of course, right now I also have boxes stacked all over the front room. Like I said, it's a work in progress.

Well, until next time.....Go to bed! It's dark out!