4 years, a reflection, as an awesome guy

4 years ago I arrived in Lenexa, not know what it is like to live on my own. I remember being freaked out by every little noise I heard. I remember learning the hard way about paying bills, getting to work every day, and learning what it is like to be a successful adult. I came down here thinking I was going to be a baller and there would be chicks all around me and it would be one big coors commercial. Well it turns out everyone is just like me, fighting for scraps, projects, and just trying to survive. I am pretty proud of what I was able to get done in four years. I stuck it out at work and it seems like things are getting better. I made good repore with my co workers, I met most of my goals, and I continue to learn more every day. I wrote some funny comedy (mostly seen on chiefs planet) and I made some songs. I look forward to really hammering out some songs coming up and practice them to where I can get in key atleast with my singing. I have had some great memories of Camping with Matt in the ozarks, with hanging in Las Vegas with V Foundation and bryce, and just doing some wild shit with everyone. I have played some open mics with drums and have won some trivia contests. Overall I am feeling proud, thanful, and positive that this summer will be the best one yet.

Aldi's superstore, where dreams come true

One of my favorite things to do is go to aldi's stockup store. For those of you who don't know it is like the game show supermarket sweep, with more people wearing sandles with sweatpants. The only thing I hate is you have to put a quarter in the cart rack to get a cart. I never have any cash and I already broke my debit card trying to shove my card in these things. So I am ususally hungry as hell, because I am too tired, hungover, horny to actually plan for a meal, so I just wait until I am eating the last saltine off the floor before going there. It is always a big cluster F though because I am so hungry and I try to fit everything in my hands before I get to the counter. Then there is the race with the old person with 2222 pounds of catfood. I must beat her at all times. So what ususally happens is I make a decision, It is like when you have to choose what kid gets thrown overboard and what kid lives. Do I keep the generic funyons, or beef jerkey, do I need shampoo this weekend or can I steal hand sanitizer. What ususally happens is the cat woman makes a dash to the counter and I ususally just start dropping shit leaving a trail of Cheese Rounds, Canned tuna, and poptown microwave popcorn. Ahhh but I beat the catwoman. 12 pack of GT cola and Imitation Funyons (fun onions of fun.inc) it is for dinner!