Oct 20

I realized this morning I cook bacon like my Grandpa.

Burnt.

I woke up today and hit the snooze button. The crappy part is I couldn’t fall back asleep. I suppose that means I should have felt good but I slept rather poorly last night. I decided to get up and cook myself a decent breakfast. Stumbling over like Shaun of the Dead I pulled open the fridge door and pulled out some bacon and eggs. After 3 years at McDonald’s, I’m a pro at making eggs. Back in the day I could crack 4 eggs at a time. I’m going to let everyone in on a secret though. The bacon is all precooked. Maybe since then it’s changed but back in my day (circa 1998-2000).

Anyways, I started cooking the bacon and that was the start of how I learned it’s quite impossible for me. I’ve microwaved bacon and that turns out well. It could also be because I bought very cheap bacon. I know I bought cheap eggs and my eggs turned out perfect though. Then again, I dont think you can really buy crappy eggs, just smaller ones.
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Oct 17

where would i like to go today?

I’m in another one of those funks that I talk about. You know, that ones that make me type here. I’m sitting here, about to go to sleep. Kind of makes me feel like Doogie Howser. Well sans the commodore 64 style background with bright white text of course. Anyways, I’ve been on a money crunch. I’m probably worse off than I’ve been in quite a while. I’ve cut back going out to lunch and for the most part have been buying groceries and eating at home. I’ve stopped going to car club meets, and to be honest it kind of sucks. World of Warcraft seems like a good substitute to pass time. I also signed up for Blockbuster Online tonight. It’s $30/month but it will keep me from going out and spending money.

Speaking of going out, Jared, Bob, and I went out to Spin saturday night. It’s kind of what started my mood I think. I’ve left alot behind, I still wonder about Duluth. Hell the other day I let the thought of moving back creep into my mind. Maybe I finally am starting to realize I don’t get to hang out with those friends like I used to. I never talk to Gabe, Jeff, or a few of my friends. I talk to some others more like Brandon, JJ, and Brad though. It’s a change. I know I’m better off here though. I can’t dream to make this much in Duluth and I have some very good friends here.

Since I brought up good friends, one of my best friends down here is going to be going to Iraq soon. It really sucks because he’s one of the guys I look up to here. He’s the kind of friend that has only helped make me a better person and he still is. We’re going to be putting a web site up for him to keep in touch with everyone while he’s gone. It’s the least I can do for the things he’s done for me.

Anyways, my head is pounding, and I feel like I’m going to puke so I’m off to sleep.


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