Ok. So. I've been dorking around a lot. Taking pictures. I need to upload them. So. I can have an empty card for the trip. Also. I forgot to write this. The other day there was no cable/internet. Today. It was thunderstormy. Ok. Mister E. tried to use the electric stapler while I was using it. So. He cut in front of me. But. I tried to reject him. It didn't work. So. His second time around. I tried to hit the eject button so it wouldn't staplize his paper. Second time. Didn't work. To add insult to injury. I decreed. Go ahead. Try to make a basket. And. If I had a digital camera. I'd take a picture of the work set up. To show you how it works. But. It sorta ascii looks like this.

sorry i have to use dots.

stapler
..______
___|...|_______
.........|...........|
.........|...........|
counter..|...........|copier island
.........|.trash can.|
.........|..._____...|
.........|___|....|___

so. yeah. Mr. E. Is a basket ball fan. And. Yeah. He threw it behind me but not over me. Off the wall. And. With the finger roll. Totally trashed the paper wad. So. He got me with the hat trick. I'm getting rusty. No one half a century old has ever scored a basket on me. Also.

Why do people write about people but try to keep it private? The internet is super such the public forum. In fact. They would just have to google my full name. Alexander Commander. And. They'd know I was talking about them.

Again not much going on. Just went swimming. I'm trying to post daily. But. I don't like posting these sucky posts about mundane tasks. In fact. I'm not going to even verify if I'm using the right words. I'm planning on purchasing a camera. Also. I can't wait until Saturday is here.

In response to Dave.
I dunno man. Like. I think they wrote about what it was before he was who he was. Remember. At the end they show like. The joker. Also. Yeah. It's didn't match up either. I think. I guess. I dunno. But. The thing with Batman. That seems to be the easy explanation for why he can do what he does. Is. Because he is rich. Natch. Like. He can just work out all day. Train all day. Eat good foods. Have all kinds of medicines ready. And. Develop all sorts of technologies. It's one of those sociological things I discussed. Because. Maybe. It's like how sports are segregated based on income. Like. Poor people don't play croquet. And. Rich people don't box. It's like that. Poor people aren't super heroes. X-men. Used the money from professor X. Superman. He held down a 9 to five. Spider man. ... Daredevil... Ok. Maybe there are poor super heroes. ... I think. Maybe it's easier to be a poor villain.

Went to Adams Morgan. Don't really have much to say. But. That is the post for today. Actually. I do have stuff to say. But. I dunno what parts happened. And. Didn't happen. I did get lost that's for certain.

Beforemath.

Ok. I lied. I didn't dance with that girl. She was our waitress. But. She was more retarded than I was that night. She messed up on people's bills. Especially on Pitts'. So. Even though at the time I thought she was a decent looking waitress. She's been demoted. And. Pitts is upgraded on my friend's list. In fact. He's part of DabombsquaD now. And. Dave. I know I still owe you. But. We were getting retarded on purpose. So. Waitress. You are dead to me. And. Random couple. You are deader than her. Because. At least the waitress was pretty enough to make up for it.

Before math. Like aftermath. But. Chronologically proceeding. I didn't do anything for most of the Saturday. I was supposed to go to dinner with my family. But. They knew I was pretty much done for the day. I saw more yak than people living in the mountains. But. I spent a lot of the day thinking. And. Reflecting. And. Wondering who sat on my head the night before. I did watch the self destruction of the ultimate warrior. And. I don't remember being as gigantalor as he was in the DVD. Anyway. My family got steaks. And. We just grilled them. So. I ate that. Then. I got a call from the R-Unit. She greeted me a happy birthday. I coudln't hear her. So. I went to the other room. I talked to her. And. My doorbell rang. My sister didn't answer the door right away. And. When she did. She opened the door slow. I coudln't tell who it was. But. I was surprised to see Raymond. From the infamous. NRH380. But. Even more surprised to see the other person. Because. J Lo and Behold. It was R-Unit. So. Yeah. They didn't make it to the throw up throw down. But. We made a return to Granby street. They came down in Laymond's Rambo. We went to Hooters. The next day. I got a gift from Mike. We was the boss boss at Nestle. It was a 5x5
Rubik's Cube. Also known as the Rubik's professor. Then. We went to the Ocean Fruntz. Took a picture with Posoiden. And. Then. Headed back to Northern VA. That's a pretty brief synopsis. But. I guess if the pics had a theme. They'd either be. Wannabe hood. Or. Aquatic. So. Maybe Aqua Gangsters. As is evident by the Norfolk Merfolk. And. The fruntz.

I kept thinking of things to write about the Throw Up Throw Down.
I can't really think of anything to write in particular about the night.
I wish I could say how much fun it was. Or. How crazy retarded it got. But. It woudln't do it justice.
Dave was right. Definitely eleventeen kinds of nasty.

But. Thanks to everyone who showed up. It really meant a lot. It was the crazy go nuts kinda antics I needed. I did a blanket invite. But. I'll do personalized thank you's.

In no particular order.

Alex. Why'd you get that sloppy in front of your friends. Next time. Do individualized invitations. Instead of a blanket one. And. Stop making stupid faces in pictures. Even if you think they're cool at the time.

Michelle. Thanks for taking care of me. Even though you took crazy pictures at the end. I think you were right. We were ready for the club. But. The club was not ready for us. And. After Saturday. I don't think I was ready for the club after all.

Mary. Thanks a lot. And. Like I said. If you changed your opinion of me. I hope it was from. Cool. To Ice Cold.

Rosana. Even though I'm 23. And. Not Deuce Deuce anymore. Thanks for the card.

Colie Olie Olie. I'm glad you could make it out. Sorry I got super sloppy. I hope you had fun. Getting sloppy is not a good way to make an impression after four years. So. Just remember me as being cool. Also. Next time. I hope I don't listen to your suggestions for break dancing when it isn't a good time.

Dave. Man. Oh man. I'm glad the throw up throw down was better than you anticpated. Thanks for not being a wanksta either. And. Dressing up. But. Yeah. If the handgun was dead. Why did everyone else keep trying to do it?

Pee Eye Double Tee Ess. Man. Super thanks for showing up. Who would have known that the cat from JU would be getting retarded with that asian kid with funny hair. And. Funnier glasses?

C Walker. Man. I don't even remember what I said to you. I hope it wasn't retarded.

Jedi. Yea. I know I spelled your name wrong. Thanks for the shots. I'll leave the B-Boy stuff to you.

Geñius. Did you pop my collar? Sorry about the waitress. By the way. What was the funny thing you said that made everyone laugh?

Bento. Sorry it wasn't your scene. And. My bad if I didn't do anything cool.

The girl who kept dancing with me all night. Thanks for dancing with me all night. Even though you were mean to my friends.

Bong. Man. Why is it when I get we drink. My head always ends up spinning like a DJ? Either. Because. It really is spinning. Or. Because. I headspin myself? We're a long way from drinking in the garaje.

Wowie. Man. You are whoa. Thanks for laughing at whatever I was saying. But. Stop rolling with Bong. You'll get retarder.

Bizarro Cruz. Thanks for taking care of me. Although. The wild Mongooze was most likely why you were obligated to help me to the party wagon.

Stranger. Partner. I don't even know your name. But. Thanks for helping me back in after I got kicked out. And. Who's camera was that. When I took a pic with that random chick?

The guy that isn't D or J. But. Is a DJ. Dude. At that point I was pretty trashed. And. I thought you were someone that was not you.

Cruz. I'm to trashed in the other pics you took with me. Next time. I'll pace myself. Anyway. Maybe I should have hung out with you. Then. Hung out with Chrispy. Then. You would have had a grand total of two stories to tell. Same ending. But. At least I wasn't in my own truck. Also. You'll always be the cooler Cruz. Legend.

KD B-Boy. Thanks for the assistance. You'll understand why the picture is cropped if you look at the location. Also. Tell people your finger got broke. Instead of breakdancing. That. You were trying to single handgun it like I was. The whole night.

Lauren. Happy Birthday. I hope I wasn't a fraction of embarassing as I think I was.

Kristine. I know your real name. I think I caught you at a bad time... When I missed my mouth.

RANDOM COUPLE. NO BODY KNEW WHO YOU WERE. Me thinks you crashed my party. And. Got drinks to put on other people's tabs. Also. If you don't want people giving you weird looks. Don't crash the booth. If you know this couple. Let me know who they are. No one else knew who they were.

But yeah. All in all. Thanks to everyone for the night. The parts I can remember. I'll never forget. And. The parts I forgot. I'll make up. Next time I turn 23 we gotta do that again.