Mikey D

So back in the day I used to type many of my blog posts in Microsoft Word before cutting and pasting them onto my blog (I liked the spell check-as-you-go feature), and as a result I have many of my old posts saved in Word. I was a little bored this afternoon, so I was rereading some of them from the summer of 2005.

You know, I don't feel any different now than I did then, but man, I feel like I've grown up so much. I'm not saying I'm this completely mature person (far from it), but I'm definitely more mature than I once was. Rereading some of those old posts...I sounded like an idiot. Nevertheless, there were some parts that made me laugh about Kevin and I.

June 2005~"Kevin and I found trash on the side of the road and searched it. We were hoping for a cool chair or table, but we found nothing of the sort (at least worthwhile to take home). We did, however, find a cool Ben Wallace mini-basketball. We both decided it was full of diseases. Kevin then wiped the ball all over me. I now carry diseases. Stay away from me. Oh, and the ball is in our living room now, and it is fun to kick."

June 2005~"So before work today, Kevin and I were kicking the Ben Wallace ball around (yes, the Ben Wallace ball with all of the diseases)...On one errant kick off of my less than accurate foot, the ball headed for our kitchen table- straight for the plate of baked beans I had the previous night. Strangely, Kevin and I did not budge an inch, but merely watched the ball skip over the plate of baked beans (which [was] gross by the way). Why didn't we try to stop the ball from hitting the plate? Did we want to see the ball hit the plate??? Then, we proceeded to kick the ball into lots of things around our apartment. We hit the football helmet near our door. We hit the ceiling fan (sorry Adam, I know you don't want to hear that). We hit our entertainment center doors. Our reaction to each direct hit? Laughter. Lots and lots of laughter. So, this leads us to one conclusion. Breaking shit or hitting shit is pretty damn awesome. We want destruction. Destruction is, apparently, cool. If you would have asked me before we played our little game of "kick the ball" if I wanted to hit a plate of baked beans with a ball, I'd say no. But seeing the ball headed for the baked beans during the game...ohhhh I wanted nothing more than for it to smash into that plate and send baked beans everywhere."

July 2005~“Sarah says that Kevin and I together are horrible. Apparently we are mean and "retarded". Huh...I would just like to say that Kevin and I are not like that in the least...We are very nice guys (sometimes) with kind hearts (sometimes), who only wish the best for people (well, most people), and we would go out of our way to be kind and helpful to people (once again, most people). In short, we are god's gifts to you folks, not mean retards. You should all worship us and laugh at our jokes and make us dinner occasionally and buy us new video games and occasionally rub our feet when they are sore."


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Disease balls, baked beans, destruction, and mean retards...Good times.

~Mikey D