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federline watch – day 3 1/2

The Smoking Gun has obtained a copy of what K-Fed requests in his dressing room. I’ll paraphrase, with my thoughts in italics:

• chest or appropriate container of clean (not dirty) ice with scoop.
• one quart size bottle of Ocean Spray Cran-Apple Juice (I like to think he’s preventing a UTI)
• a bottle of Jack Daniels and a bottle of Grey Goose Vodka
• Beer?? (I’m not sure if he’s just suggesting beer or what.)
• one ashtray
• one small platter of sliced bread (white and wheat), sliced cheese, lettuce, tomatoes and assorted condiments (mayo, mustard, oil, salt & pepper) (K-Fed loves sammiches!)
• Box of Altoids, red (… I don’t know)

I really don’t get how this douchebag can request anything put a pot to shit in when he’s going to places like the House of Blues in Chicago and playing for absolutely free.

The good news is that the more I read about him, the angrier I get at how absolutely AWESOME he is. And by awesome, I mean so stupid and douchebag-like that I want to throw metal things at his head.

Thanks to Kevin, though, I’ve created a new category of archives: Dirty Obsession. Or maybe just Dirty if it relates to Kevin Federline.

Okay. 7:07 means it’s Gopher Hockey time.

federline watch – day 3

Kevin Federline still has Britney Spears in his Top 8 on his MySpace page. This will surely change. He is currently moderating all comments left on his profile before they get posted. I know this, because I just left the following message: “Yo Kev, bring yourself to Minneapolis”.

His album, which was released on October 31, sold 6,000 the first week. I’m only partly ashamed to admit that my copy was one of those 6,000.

And really? There hasn’t been a trainwreck like this that’s drained so much of my energy since… well, I don’t even know when. I just know that it is not humanly possible for me to avert my eyes from this tragedy in the pop world.

i am still broken

But the good news is that twodolla’s been moved over to a server that’s not broken. Yay.

My rotator cuff injury has not improved. After three visits to the physical therapist, he’s suggesting I go back to my doctor and see what else she wants to do. The rotation of my shoulder joint is getting better, but it’s still more than uncomfortable when I lift my arm up to do things like put on my shirt, towel-dry my hair, and carry things.

My car, Lucky Number Sevenâ„¢, still isn’t back to it’s normal self. There’s a popping sound under the front right tire anytime I accelerate and the driver’s side seat doesn’t move all the way up like it’s supposed to do. Craig, the Douchebag Estimator from ABRA Auto Body in West St. Paul, MN, says it’s from a previous accident where I was hit in the side. That’s only happened once before and it was on the opposite side. Funny how it only stopped working after this previous accident.

Now, I have to take my car back to ABRA Auto Body in West St. Paul to have them fix what they didn’t fix the first time. It wouldn’t be such a big deal, but West St. Paul is not exactly close to where I work and/or live at all, and of course the only time they have someone
there to look at it is during the week. Because that makes a whole hell of a lot of sense.

So, your update? I’m more than frustrated by this whole experience in more ways than one, and I don’t like that due to someone else’s carelessness, I’ve turned into some bitter, angry, ill-tempered, short-fused crabmaster.

But my chiropractor is giving me a note saying I have to get up and move around every 20-30 minutes, which I get to take to my five day sales conference in Phoenix next week. Neato.