Damn You, Rob!

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I spent hours at Velvet Room dancing with Wendy thanks to Rob's candy ass not cutting in and saving me. I lost 7 lbs that night from sweat alone. Wendy has got some endurance!

The Rock Hand is starting to tingle

My fingers are acting weird. I'm having trouble keeping my middle finger, ring finger and thumb straight. They seem to be attracted to my palm, while all my pointer finger and pink remain extended out.

Is it a disease?

No, it's the ROCK HAND.

Party coming up this weekend! I'm going to be drinking heavily and making horrible decisions on Saturday, and I hope you'll be there with me. But the Rock Hand doesn't stop there. April 25th - Huge party down in the ATL (my one true home). Details to come soon, but you best believe it's going to be a rager cause it's a RockStar party (with a twist) and that can only mean one thing. The RockHand will be in full force.

Just Live Your Life!

It's 3 PM and I'm still in a club from last night, the party never ends! Got my sunglasses on and the music is LOUD! RockStarRaverBoy Baron is in the DJ booth spinnnin hits fresh. He turns the light switch on and off really fast cause I'm too cheap to buy a real strobe light. T.I. and Rihanna are here and I've got an empty bottle of tequila in my hand. Hookers are dancing all around me. better not touch me, hoes, I don't need herpes yet! "Gonna Beeeeee A Shining Staaaaaaaar! Fancy Clooooothessss! Fancy Caaa-aaa-aaarrssssss!" A lot of shit happens to me, but I've got no time to slow down for a second. Life is too short to bitch, too short to hurt, too short to feel the pain. Too short to leave the party. Turn the phone off, there's nothing that you need to hear right now other than the music.

I've Started A Charity

Good news everyone! (in Professor Farnsworth voice - futurama)

I've decided to get into philanthropy and started up a charity. It's called "Penny for the Pennyless".

The goal is to raise $400 by mid-April to fund sending some poor shmuck to Las Vegas for the weekend of his life. That poor shmuck is me and if you have just a hint of what life is like in Franklin, North Carolina, you'll agree I deserve this "scholarship".

If you would like to benefit the cause, please send me your money.
I need this trip! Bright light city gonna set my soul on fire!

I plan to drink hundreds of dollars worth of alcohol for free; rent an exotic car for dirt cheap; probably get a DUI at some point and end up in jail; break out of jail using a paper clip, a rubber band and a can of mountain dew; Steal 3 million dollars from some lawyer who doesn't need it; accidently kill a hooker; drive a motorcycle off the paris hotel eiffel tower with 3 strippers on the back of it; and get a tattoo that says "I (Heart) Monica"

So, look into your hearts and donate today. For just pennies a day, you can change this child's life.

I fought the Law and the Law won

Last night, I dreamt that I was in Disneyworld. Sounds like fun at first, but for some reason, these guys were chasing me. I later figured out that they were cops. I tried out running them, but these guys were in pretty good shape, also they were figments of my dream. I tried hiding in the It's a Small world ride, but they found me and then beat the shit out of me with their billy clubs. Then I tried hiding in the teacups but they found me there too and beat the shit out of me again. Finally, I found the guy who wears the Mickey Mouse costume and knocked him out with a beer bottle- I don't recall where the bottle came from or who the hell drank my beer. I put on the costume and started running for the park exit, but right before I got there, the cops found me again and started beating the shit out of me, still half in the Mickey costume, in front of all these kids. Children were screaming as the police just kept beating and beating me. Then some little dickwad kid kicked me in my face.

I suddenly woke up and found myself laying on the showroom floor covered in tears and shame. I realized Disneyworld was the shop and the cops that were beating me were my co-workers and boss, and the little kid who kicked me in the face was life.

Get ready, Atlanta. I'll be moving back this June!

I Can't Believe It's Not Dignity!

The ATV business is dying. It evenly divides people- some people are bummed out and some people applause. Those people are right to applaud. I work in the ATV business and fuck this place. They have it coming. They can all burn in hell. Burn these stores to the ground and salt the Earth so that nothing else may grow there.

It's very exciting working here because sometimes famous people come in. Can you imagine. One day, I was behind the counter and one of my co-workers came in laughing her ass off, tears streaming down her face. I said "Heather whats so funny?" and she replied, "Oh my god, me and my boyfriend were just at a stop light and I said what's so funny and he said look who's in the car next to us and I looked and it was Fabio!".

I said "So What? That's is a poor story, Heather. I guess you had to be there."

Couple of days go by. Standing there behind the counter. I don't recall what I was doing, hating myself probably. I looked up from the counter - there are these big glass doors at the entrance- and whom is walking through, but Fabio. And I fuckin cracked up. Because...

You are never ready to see Fabio.

Never.

There's no way you can be.

You can wake up that morning and say to yourself "I better be ready because I might see Fabio today. I better prepare myself."

That's when I realized, that's this guy's whole life. Everywhere he goes people just laugh in his face!

"Oh, I think Fabio's going to have fun at the party tonight! Maybe Fabio will make some new friends!"

Hahahahaha!! The very idea of him! He thinks he's a person!

"Oooohh Noooo! Do not laugh at Fabio! Puny human!! Fabio Smash!!"

The Softer Side of Josh

A lot of my posts are conceived, written, and posted in anger, but this one is not. Welcome to the softer side of Josh. I'd like to say a few things to some of the people in my life.

Adam: I always appreciate your shopping tips. I don't know where I would be today without my $400 baby blue reebok shoes made out of soft plastic. Also, thanks for signing me up for that Bloomingdales credit card so I could run up even more debt. I don't know what I would do without an iPod. My rap career will probably take off solely because of that iPod.

Rob: Thanks for convincing me to go to Vegas later this year. When times are tough and I need money, I can always count on you to convince me to empty my wallet on a weekend trip to Vegas. Or better yet to go clubbing on a Monday night and run up a bill of hundreds of dollars at black club and staying at a strip club until they close. If I had kids, they'd be starving, but at least I'd be having fun.

Aaron: Thanks for letting me sleep on egg foam on your living room floor for months right next to the fold out couch. I believe my great posture today is probably thanks to having slept flat on my back for so long with out any padding whatsoever. It was worth every penny of the rent.

Thrasher: You missed my birthday party, you asshole.

Emily: I really value your opinion and like it when you call me out on my BS. Especially when you do it in front of a bunch of hoes I don't know at dinner. It really shows me you care. I enjoy our nice long talks on the street corner in buckhead.

Monica: .... I'll always have you, Monica.

I joke around a lot. But in all reality, you are all good friends. I do enjoy Adam's fashion sense even if he is conning me into yet another credit card. I do enjoy the wild trips Rob plans even though he's a bastard for making me spend money! Aaron was a cool guy to hook me up with a place to stay in Atlanta. Thrasher is a cool guy even though he did miss my brithday party, asshole! Emily, you say it like it is and that's alright in my book. And Monica, I love you.