Who Do I Think I Am??

This one's about randomness.

What's up y'all? I'm having a low self esteem kind of day, so I'll keep it brief and stick to my favorite: bullet points!

Cheerios aren't just for breakfast anymore. I've been behind this concept for years. They're a great anytime snack.

Of course, the minute I open up WDC from Blackberry Central and start typing, I get an email.

Lance Armstrong. Give me a second to have a smoke and try to sort him out. Ok, I'm back. Here's the Facebook status I almost posted and accidentally deleted in a melatonin haze last night: Major League Baseball will suspend a player for roughly a third of the season for drug violations. The NFL will suspend a player for 1/4th of the season. The United States Anti-Doping Agency has removed Armstrong as a champion, years after his last Tour de France title, over his alleged doping. Ludicrous! If your job is drug testing, do your job and do it on the spot! If I give shitty customer service at my retail job, I'm subject to discipline immediately. There's no court, there's no consultation, and the boss ultimately is judge, jury and executioner. That said, I feel for the dude. He's a cancer survivor. I still wear that yellow "livestrong" Nike bracelet that was popular back in the day when they were popular, for a dearly close friend who was beating cancer at the same time. Is the guy a dick? Yeah. Do I agree with his choices in life? No, but nor would he agree with mine, I'm sure. Dude made a solid living riding a bike, creating a charity, and turned it into banging a pop star for a little bit. I don't buy into his reasons for accepting this, but hey, passing a piss test is passing a piss test...unless the agency administering it isn't doing their job. And to me, all of this looks like the USADA isn't and hasn't been doing their job. I'll say it again, once more with feeling...if your job is to keep substance abuse out of a particular arena, then do your fucking job, back it up, help the person, suspend them when necessary, and help them within your means. There's too much "black and white" when it comes down to this, but it came down way too late.

I pretty much slept all day yesterday. I don't want to sleep now. But don't be surprised if I lay down again for a little while.

Still debating if I want to go to a free concert in a town I don't like. The band is The Tea Party, and they're phenomenal. YouTube them. They're reunited and touring again. I've paid twice to see them...do I want to sit in a car for a 40-minute drive to see them for free amongst people who are only there because it's free and there's music? I hate that dilemma. I'd rather pay to see a good band with true fans than see a band for free amidst a bunch of fakes. That's my word.

I'm sure I've got a lot more kicking my bruises this morning, but fuck it. I'm bouncing. Maybe I'll nap. Perhaps I'll shave and shower. I'll never, ever use my love as currency again...I've been robbed too many times for that (shit, that should've been its own bullet point, but I'm getting lazy). Peace, and GOODNIGHT NOW!!