Gol.

I got two goals last night during our soccer match. That's one more goal than all of last season and two more than the season before. We ended in tie, but the team drank like winners after the game. That, my friends, is what sportsmanship is all about.

Transformers 2: Rise of the Gooch

John Gallucci Fan Club on Facebook

Thanks, Joe for starting the club. I think the fan base is witness to my drunken antics more than my writing or DJing, but I'll take accolades where I can get them.

Soccer match tonight, looking forward to it. I'm getting in better shape, now I need to work on my skills. I reached a goal weight today. Unfortunately, I don't think I'm eating enough as I'm perpetually in a state of sleepiness. I might actually fork over the duckets for a nutritionist as I want to do my best (as I get older) to not be superfat again. I just want to get down to, you know, "chubby."

I'm still have yet to watch the bootleg "Wolverine" movie all the way through. It looks like it might be worth seeing in the theatre. I fucking WILL see Terminator: Salvation because I've seen every Terminator movie in the theatre and will keep the streak alive (Terminator was the first rated R movie I ever saw in a theatre: Salem, OR, 1984).

Shalom, bitches.

Peace,

gooch

I'm bored.

I've twittered, I've texted, I've spoken to actual people. I just want to go back home. I've heard of this "eight hour work day" and I think it's a myth. I've done two billable hours and I'm ready to get back under the covers. I slept a long time last night, too.

I think the shrink calls it a "zest for life" that I'm lacking. Maybe I'm depressed. Maybe the rain is affecting me. Maybe I just need a nap. Maybe I need to eat more than the 450 calories I've consumed today. Yup... I need some lunch, stat.

Maybe I could eat while I nap. Where's that home IV kit?

Did you read that and wonder "what's a home 4 kit?"

Idiot.

goochout.

Episode IV: A New Gooch

This picture was taken in my bedroom 4/27/09 at 3am this morning. This would explain why I'm so tired this morning. My Boba Fett costume is covered with pillow feathers and my penis still has on it some of the flourescent light saber paint that didn't rub off on my hand.

Just kidding, I actually laid on my side and these girls took turns being chained by their necks to my platform throne. God, I need to lose some weight.

Hoo ooh ooh... ahh haa haa, indeed.

jabba:out