What do tigers dream of, when they take a little tiger snooze?
Do they dream of mauling zebras, or Halle Berry in her catwoman suit?
Don’t you worry your pretty stripped head we’re gonna get you back to Tyson and your cozy tiger bed.
And they we’re gonna find our bestfriend Doug and then we’re gonna give him a bestfriend hug.
Doug, Doug, Oh, Doug Douggie Douggie Doug Doug.
But if he’s been murdered by crystal meth tweekers, well then we’re s-hit out of luck.
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Every time today that I started getting frustrated at work, I suddenly started thinking of this song. As inappropriate as the Hangover was, I loved the movie and still enjoy thinking about it. It makes me wonder what the future is going to hold for me. Which one of those characters will I be? Recently, me, Reuben, and Fender watched one of my favorite tv shows, Big Bang Theory, thinking about something I had told my friend Dan. I had watched another episode of the show with Dan before I left Charleston and we both agreed that my personality was quite similar to that of Johnny Galecki‘s character, Leonard. Leonard is a constant contributor with his friends, but his confidence when talking to virtually any girl he finds attractive (mostly though with his neighbor Penny).
Over the years though I have developed into who I am and changed a lot. I was once a nervous kid who was afraid to speak to anyone I didn’t know, but have blossomed, at least to some extent. Lately I am wondering what I will be five, ten, or twenty years down the road. Will I be proud of the path I have taken? Will I be in a place of comfort and happiness? Recently I had a conversation with my dad and realized that the most important thing for my future is to enjoy whatever it is I do for a career. Money is a great thing for security, but a job that is not enjoyable surely will not make any amount of money truly worth it. I think about where I came from, the sacrifices that my family has made over the generations to get us where we are and today I am wondering if I can really do the same. The person that is Ross Kressel is concerned about more than just happiness, but acceptance.
In other news, my dad has gone on a cleaning tirade. It is actually quite frightening to see how much he has done. We have found that my mother is very much like her mother and keeps way too much junk in the house. My dad bought a shredder and has been shredding stuff the last two days it seems like. For the first time in a while, you can actually see my mother’s desk (I always wondered what was under all those piles). We are finding lots of cool stuff along the way. Yesterday, my mom found a copy of the AJC from September 12, 2001 (as in the day after 9/11). It was amazing to see the headlines. Their are pictures of things I can barely remember. My dad found the picture of the sign that says, “we live here and you don’t so stay the hell away” from at Lake Ontario which was entertaining.
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Ross