jkrew: http://getyochurchon.com/
AboutJon: bahahah!
why didn't we think of that
jkrew: haha
AboutJon: fucking christian myspace
we should make an islamic myspace!
jkrew: haha
AboutbJon: all the female pictures will just be eyes
jkrew: HAHAHAHAHAHA
AboutJon: bahahah!
why didn't we think of that
jkrew: haha
AboutJon: fucking christian myspace
we should make an islamic myspace!
jkrew: haha
AboutbJon: all the female pictures will just be eyes
jkrew: HAHAHAHAHAHA
This is what you get when you clean the house all weekend
2 Comments Published by JKREW on at 2:52 PM.
Trash men is gonna be pissssed off yo.
Before starting my new job, I decided to take a week off just to clear my head and take a lil' breather from things and start fresh. Naturally one would sleep till noon, drink all day and consume as much take out as possible during this time of rest. Instead, I went ahead and remodeled my bathroom and cleaned out the entire house.
In retrospect, I should have just did the whole drinking and sleeping thing.
So after the bathroom was 99% done, I needed a mirror but couldn't really find anything in the style that I made my bathroom so I decided to make my own.
No one was home so I used a tripod to hang the new light fixture. Kate came home and did both point and laugh at my struggling.
Then I bought some pine.
And joined em all together.
After everything was dry/sanded/painted/antiqued, I slapped on a mirror.
Viola.
In retrospect, I should have just did the whole drinking and sleeping thing.
So after the bathroom was 99% done, I needed a mirror but couldn't really find anything in the style that I made my bathroom so I decided to make my own.
No one was home so I used a tripod to hang the new light fixture. Kate came home and did both point and laugh at my struggling.
Then I bought some pine.
And joined em all together.
After everything was dry/sanded/painted/antiqued, I slapped on a mirror.
Viola.
When you get laid off, you should go to Target (naturally)
0 Comments Published by JKREW on at 2:36 PM.
In shit spirits after getting the good 'ole boot in the ass by AOL, kate and I decided to head on over to Target at 9pm one cold and dark night last week. The best part of it was that the Target in question was right across the street from the AOL headquarters of all things. (Kate talked me out of firebombing the joint.)
After spending close to 100 bucks on stuff we never knew we needed, not only was my mood better, the need to spend money on crap quenched, but we had a GREAT time just wandering around the store and having fun.
Our bounty of funness.
Man I missed Lego instruction manuals =)
Kate is totally going to leave me for the Lego Imperial Storm Trooper
Although her Lego kit was cool, it didn't have big ass orange tires and an alien retreival unit.
Kate got mad at me when I made Mars Rover Star Wars AT-ST attacker.
Rollin on 45's. Gangsta.
Carson was not pleased with it's off-roading capabilities.
Kate's finished product.
After spending close to 100 bucks on stuff we never knew we needed, not only was my mood better, the need to spend money on crap quenched, but we had a GREAT time just wandering around the store and having fun.
Our bounty of funness.
Man I missed Lego instruction manuals =)
Kate is totally going to leave me for the Lego Imperial Storm Trooper
Although her Lego kit was cool, it didn't have big ass orange tires and an alien retreival unit.
Kate got mad at me when I made Mars Rover Star Wars AT-ST attacker.
Rollin on 45's. Gangsta.
Carson was not pleased with it's off-roading capabilities.
Kate's finished product.
foomb™ [foom] –noun
1. an immitation uterus of the human female and certain higher mammals made by joining two couches together face to face.
2. a man-made seating arrangement combining the couch womb™ (see couch womb; i.e. laying on a couch wrapped in warm blankets) and a couch fort
[Origin: 2007 by jkrate during 2007 World Series Game 2]
1. an immitation uterus of the human female and certain higher mammals made by joining two couches together face to face.
2. a man-made seating arrangement combining the couch womb™ (see couch womb; i.e. laying on a couch wrapped in warm blankets) and a couch fort
[Origin: 2007 by jkrate during 2007 World Series Game 2]
Kate and I went on our yearly pumpkin patch outting and picked up a few pounds of gourd to cut the crap out of last weekend. It was a nice day out in the country; we saw some goats, a few baby cows and a flock of sugar-injected screaming children. Good times.
Kate and I got to carving her first pumpkin. Yes first. I blame her upbringing for lack of proper pumpkin carving experience.
The seal of approval.
Gross.
Oh heck yes. We're the ghey for eachother.
Kate and I got to carving her first pumpkin. Yes first. I blame her upbringing for lack of proper pumpkin carving experience.
The seal of approval.
Gross.
Oh heck yes. We're the ghey for eachother.
I'm employed again. I'll leave it at that. Now I'm totally stoked.
Anyways, today I spent two hours trying to install a bathroom faucet. Why two hours you say? Well, they have these things called floodproof water lines at Depot. Supposedly when a burst of water goes through them, they shut off to prevent, well, floods. I decided to get new water lines just for good measure when installing the faucet. Big mistake.
I live on the third floor of a condo building where water is constantly being shut off and turned on because this building was built in the 70's thusly being built like a rats nest made of fecal matter and twine. I'll get into that later.
Anyways, all was well and good. I installed my beautiful new england-style faucet that I got from Depot at a clearance price of 30 bucks down from 100, got the lines all installed and when I turned on the faucet, I got nothing. Not even a trickle.
So I spent two hours later diagnosing my issue, turning every single faucet in the house on to no avail, then I thought the water had been shut off (as it is done 3-4 times a week for some reason throughout the day), removed the lines and turned the bare water valve back on. You would be surprised at the amount of water that comes out of that 1/2" hole when crammed into a bathroom vanity, upside down with your face about 6" from the water line.
Anyways, I re-used the old waterlines and now I have a bathroom full of shit but one hellofa nice faucet.
And it works.
Anyways, today I spent two hours trying to install a bathroom faucet. Why two hours you say? Well, they have these things called floodproof water lines at Depot. Supposedly when a burst of water goes through them, they shut off to prevent, well, floods. I decided to get new water lines just for good measure when installing the faucet. Big mistake.
I live on the third floor of a condo building where water is constantly being shut off and turned on because this building was built in the 70's thusly being built like a rats nest made of fecal matter and twine. I'll get into that later.
Anyways, all was well and good. I installed my beautiful new england-style faucet that I got from Depot at a clearance price of 30 bucks down from 100, got the lines all installed and when I turned on the faucet, I got nothing. Not even a trickle.
So I spent two hours later diagnosing my issue, turning every single faucet in the house on to no avail, then I thought the water had been shut off (as it is done 3-4 times a week for some reason throughout the day), removed the lines and turned the bare water valve back on. You would be surprised at the amount of water that comes out of that 1/2" hole when crammed into a bathroom vanity, upside down with your face about 6" from the water line.
Anyways, I re-used the old waterlines and now I have a bathroom full of shit but one hellofa nice faucet.
And it works.
Well, now that I'm out of a job (again)
3 Comments Published by JKREW on Tuesday, October 16, 2007 at 7:56 AM.
I think think I'm getting severance... for two months.
Shall I:
1) drive to California in a leisurely manner
2) go on a one month bender
3) get another job post haste and collect double income
4) deal drugs out of condo
Shall I:
1) drive to California in a leisurely manner
2) go on a one month bender
3) get another job post haste and collect double income
4) deal drugs out of condo
My button company just IM'd me this link
0 Comments Published by JKREW on Thursday, October 11, 2007 at 2:27 PM.
Being mature is a crock of shit. The problem with growing up is that it's entirely no fun at all.
When I was in my teen and low-20 years.. Ok, all of my 20's, I was good at flirting and being a smart ass. That's about it. That may not be something to be proud of but at least I did it well.
Now that I'm 31 (*ugh*), I'm engaged to be married so the flirting thing is useless to me now, (unless I flirt with the lil' lady which is perfectly fine by me mind you.) But the being a smart ass thing just isn't working in my favor at all anymore. If you're a smart ass when you're 20, people laugh at your jokes and you're known as the "funny guy" in social circles. Being that guy at 30 now makes you the "annoying guy" and that's really fucking bad for me.
And then there is the whole friends thing. I don't have many "real" friends that I can rely on and I can probably count my medium to close friends on one hand. Within that group, 80% are 1-5 years younger than I and 20% are 5+ years younger. This was all well and good a few years back because we were still in our 20's. This poses a general problem which I'll illustrate in a nice bulleted list:
Issues in your 20's that interest you:
• girls
• alcohol
• hooking up
• working out
• cars
• school debt
• getting a job that allows you to pay the rent
Issues in your 30's that interest you:
• marriage
• losing your hair
• your gut that keeps getting bigger
• catching enough sleep
• picking the right piece of furniture
• mortgages
• getting a job that allows you to pay for your children
Do you see the differences there? In your 20's you don't have to worry about shit. All you have to do is get through the week at your bullshit job so you can spend the weekend getting fucked up, catching the latest shows and paying your bills. In your 30's, you have to worry about your body giving out on you because of all the shit you did in your 20's, losing your job which will, in turn, lose your house which will, in turn, lose your family.
And have you ever looked at 30 year olds lately? They are entirely no fun whatsoever. When you were 20, did the thought of having a "dinner party" excite you in the least? Fuck no. Did you ever go to bed on Friday night thinking how awesome it was going to be to go shop for new paint colors at Depot? No. Did the thought of getting prostate cancer, losing your hair, not being able to make that jump shot anymore or even the chance of getting a heart attack ever cross your mind? Fuuuck no.
I remember when I was in my 20's and I would hear about some of my parent's friends getting cancer or having heart attacks and thought, "Dude, you're 20. No one gets that shit when they're 20. Yer fine." Yeah, well, now I'm 30 and shit like that actually happens nowadays. Every guy I knew when I was 20 feared the lubed finger of the prostate exam but we all knew that you don't get one of those until you're in your 30's. Well guess what, that finger is getting closer and closer to the cavity of my asshole as each day draws on and it fucking sucks.
I don't want to be old. Being old sucks cock. Things that I thought I did that were once "cute" and "silly" are now "weird" and "creepy". I go to bed at 10 now BY CHOICE. I can't play a video game if you paid me not because I don't want to but because I have no idea WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. When I played video games, we had a big ass + and two buttons. Now controllers look like fucking helicopter joysticks and you need three pairs of hands to play them. Fuck that.
I remember when I was 20 and I wanted to own the most bad assed car in my car club. Now I have enough money to make such a car and realize that I still just have the most bad assed car a 20 year old would ever wish to own. It's so ironic it hurts.
And the sad thing about being old is that it doesn't happen overnight. Slowly over time you get invited to less parties and music starts to get a little too loud for you and the people on TV start getting younger and younger as you keep getting older and older. Movies that you LOVED back in the day are horrible now that you watch them and they all stay the same age but you keep getting older.
Maybe one day there will be a dividing line I'll cross that officially makes me "older" and I'll give up the things of my "younger" ways. Maybe I'll realize that it's actually fun to shop for an ottoman or save up to go on a boat trip or get really excited for a wine and cheese party. Maybe that day will happen but for right now I'm stuck in this fucked up cross roads where I'm more used to going to keggers than going to bed. I've had more experience making out at parties than living with my fiancé.
I'm having a hard time with this but I guess it will get better. Maybe I'll make friends with some older people who feel the same way about their 40's as I do about my 30's but for right now it sucks. Hard.
Fuck getting old. That's my view and I'm sticking to it.
When I was in my teen and low-20 years.. Ok, all of my 20's, I was good at flirting and being a smart ass. That's about it. That may not be something to be proud of but at least I did it well.
Now that I'm 31 (*ugh*), I'm engaged to be married so the flirting thing is useless to me now, (unless I flirt with the lil' lady which is perfectly fine by me mind you.) But the being a smart ass thing just isn't working in my favor at all anymore. If you're a smart ass when you're 20, people laugh at your jokes and you're known as the "funny guy" in social circles. Being that guy at 30 now makes you the "annoying guy" and that's really fucking bad for me.
And then there is the whole friends thing. I don't have many "real" friends that I can rely on and I can probably count my medium to close friends on one hand. Within that group, 80% are 1-5 years younger than I and 20% are 5+ years younger. This was all well and good a few years back because we were still in our 20's. This poses a general problem which I'll illustrate in a nice bulleted list:
Issues in your 20's that interest you:
• girls
• alcohol
• hooking up
• working out
• cars
• school debt
• getting a job that allows you to pay the rent
Issues in your 30's that interest you:
• marriage
• losing your hair
• your gut that keeps getting bigger
• catching enough sleep
• picking the right piece of furniture
• mortgages
• getting a job that allows you to pay for your children
Do you see the differences there? In your 20's you don't have to worry about shit. All you have to do is get through the week at your bullshit job so you can spend the weekend getting fucked up, catching the latest shows and paying your bills. In your 30's, you have to worry about your body giving out on you because of all the shit you did in your 20's, losing your job which will, in turn, lose your house which will, in turn, lose your family.
And have you ever looked at 30 year olds lately? They are entirely no fun whatsoever. When you were 20, did the thought of having a "dinner party" excite you in the least? Fuck no. Did you ever go to bed on Friday night thinking how awesome it was going to be to go shop for new paint colors at Depot? No. Did the thought of getting prostate cancer, losing your hair, not being able to make that jump shot anymore or even the chance of getting a heart attack ever cross your mind? Fuuuck no.
I remember when I was in my 20's and I would hear about some of my parent's friends getting cancer or having heart attacks and thought, "Dude, you're 20. No one gets that shit when they're 20. Yer fine." Yeah, well, now I'm 30 and shit like that actually happens nowadays. Every guy I knew when I was 20 feared the lubed finger of the prostate exam but we all knew that you don't get one of those until you're in your 30's. Well guess what, that finger is getting closer and closer to the cavity of my asshole as each day draws on and it fucking sucks.
I don't want to be old. Being old sucks cock. Things that I thought I did that were once "cute" and "silly" are now "weird" and "creepy". I go to bed at 10 now BY CHOICE. I can't play a video game if you paid me not because I don't want to but because I have no idea WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. When I played video games, we had a big ass + and two buttons. Now controllers look like fucking helicopter joysticks and you need three pairs of hands to play them. Fuck that.
I remember when I was 20 and I wanted to own the most bad assed car in my car club. Now I have enough money to make such a car and realize that I still just have the most bad assed car a 20 year old would ever wish to own. It's so ironic it hurts.
And the sad thing about being old is that it doesn't happen overnight. Slowly over time you get invited to less parties and music starts to get a little too loud for you and the people on TV start getting younger and younger as you keep getting older and older. Movies that you LOVED back in the day are horrible now that you watch them and they all stay the same age but you keep getting older.
Maybe one day there will be a dividing line I'll cross that officially makes me "older" and I'll give up the things of my "younger" ways. Maybe I'll realize that it's actually fun to shop for an ottoman or save up to go on a boat trip or get really excited for a wine and cheese party. Maybe that day will happen but for right now I'm stuck in this fucked up cross roads where I'm more used to going to keggers than going to bed. I've had more experience making out at parties than living with my fiancé.
I'm having a hard time with this but I guess it will get better. Maybe I'll make friends with some older people who feel the same way about their 40's as I do about my 30's but for right now it sucks. Hard.
Fuck getting old. That's my view and I'm sticking to it.
Man, those beats are freeeeshh
0 Comments Published by JKREW on Wednesday, October 03, 2007 at 9:06 AM.(thanks jmack)
