so i'm wearing my new $10 walmart pants today. it's pretty exciting. i'm actually somewhat impressed with the quality of clothes that walmart puts out. i remember 2.5 years ago buying a pair of dark green pants from wally world and to this day i wear them probably 2-3 times a week. everyone says, "hey, those are cool pants. where did you get them?" of course they never speak to me again after i say walmart, but hey, it's a small price to pay for good pants. and i'll have you know that walmart underwear is a-ok. maybe i'll upgrade to target once i get married and someone will actually see it.

so i live with this woman from the church i go to. she has a condo in a little suburb of chicago, and i pay rent and get a bedroom and a bathroom out of the deal. i don't really know her very well at all, a task which is made no easier by the fact that she works nights as a ob/gyn nurse. when i'm at school she's sleeping, when i get home she leaves for work. and i don't have a problem with this. her work schedule is one of the reasons i opted to live there-- i like being alone. so we don't talk often, and when we do it consists of me asking about her day and her complaining about little menial things that don't matter. i think that was redundant. oh well. so yesterday, i wake up from a short nap, and the last thing i want to hear is someone complain. but i walk out into the kitchen to get some lunch, still groggy, and it's almost like she's been just waiting for me to step out of my room, because she immediately starts griping about how she was supposed to order chinese food from a specific chinese restaurant, but it just so happens that this very day when she is supposed to do such a thing the restaurant is closed because the owners are on vacation. how dare they, she says. i think about the predicament, then offer a solution. what about another chinese restaurant? because really good chinese food is not that hard to come by... after all it is the only good thing that ever came out of China so lets hope they could get it right. it wouldn't be the same, she says. wouldn't be the same. after this i decide to shut up because it's obvious she just wants to be upset about the problem and not actually solve it. THEN she starts calling her friends, because, get this, SHE'S NEVER EATEN CHINESE FROM ANYWHERE ELSE. does anyone see what i see here? i'm all for sticking with what works, but how are you going to know that joe schmoe's chinese doesn't taste exactly like your House of Imperial Hunan Duck Wang Goo restaurant when you've never tried anything else? i'm just going to say it right now. people who are stupid aggravate me. let me rephrase that. people who think stupidly aggravate me. we are all capable of being rational beings. be logical. be reasonable. be rational. i don't care if you know all of the presidents and their birthdays. be logical. be reasonable. be rational. i don't care if all you do is sit around and watch reruns of M*A*S*H. be logical. be reasonable. be rational. and we should get along just fine.

if you live in Houston or roundabouts thereof, go see Michael and Brotherluck play tonight. you'll be glad you did. and if you do, tell them i said hey, i haven't seen them in awhile.