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i have to begin with the best news of all, which is that i am done with tour. that is right bitches, no more scenesters for me. just a summer of fireworks at coney island, 24 hour diners, and nonstop sex with a hot lady. i discovered several things on this tour: 1. my deepest condolences to anyone who lives in oklahoma, kansas, or nebraska, yikes. the rockies should start outside of kentucky, why didn't god skip that mess. 2. when you come off of your bus and show your wife your new shaved head and silver caps, she is not necessarily going to think it is sexy.
this morning i woke up and michelle did not turn into satan and scream at me to die, instead she just told me that she loved me and went back to sleep. all in all, it was a good start. i went for a walk because i had too much energy that could not be spent dancing in my underwear to justin timberlake. to make a long story short i ended up playing on the swings of my local playground, an activity that can last for hours when you are me. i am sure that the sight of a 23 year old bald man jumping off of swings kept plenty of children away, not to mention that i talk to myself while i am playing... it usually consists of "nice jump adam"... or sometimes just "wee!".. fun times. i also treated myself to the newest star wars movie, alone because michelle does not appreciate the joy of watching the republic turn into a tyrannical regime. ten years ago i would have been one of those dudes in line the day it opened, but these days slamming my hot wife is a higher priority. anyway, i have always been a devoted star wars fan. i feel the same way about the new ones as most people do... especially since in episode one they tried to pass off anakin as being a product of immaculate conception... sorry i do not like the idea of The Force just wandering around and impregnating women. mystical forces have no business in ovaries.. but i still feel ten years old when i watch them. and episode three did not disappoint, loss of limbs, violence against the wife, burning alive, everything i hold close to my heart. i came home from the movie and immediately put in a new hope and made michelle watch it with me, very unenthusiastically. i tried to explain to her how it is like harry potter to some of us, and to this i just get "AHHHH HARRY POTTER I CAN'T WAIT!!!" i finally solved this mystery of bad taste this evening, when michelle watched titanic from beginning to end. case closed.
look for me, young, ursh, cruising down the belt parkwaaaaaay, doin what we like to do our way... usher and i really do spend most of our time together in a car cruising around nyc trying to find some free food or listening to mary j blige. we spent about a solid week together with dan, and risked life and limb and our women dumping us all for the love of cheap rum and dancing. all you need to know is, usher and i do a mean version of hollaback girl, dan lives (very happily) in the 80's, and none of us should be trusted around hard liquor. i can say without hesitation that ursh is one of my closest and dearest friends, and i look forward to more drinking and perhaps double dates, but i refuse to drink any drink called thug passion.
how do i say this in a way that does not sound like a kenny rogers song? i have been married for over a year, and i have gotten extremely comfortable, maybe a little too comfortable. of course this has lead to "you don't love me as much as you used to" and "i don't think you are as happy as you used to be". of course nothing could be further from the truth, but i know that it is my fault that she feels that way. i used to be an asshole to her because i was insecure. now it's come full circle, and i am too secure. i know that anything i do (or don't do), she is not going anywhere. i could be an absolute dick to her, and i have, and she would never leave me. so i have been slacking off a little bit. it is not from lack of motivation, because i love her so fucking much. and believe me, it was not a conscious decision, because i really love making her happy. it wasa more like, "i can go out with other friends, not pay her enough attention, and i'll always have the time to make it up to her." but you never really know how much time you have, and what if i couldn't make it up? and more importantly, there is no one else that i'd rather spend time with, she is my best friend. so why waste it elsewhere? i am going to try my best to do better. i am sure there will be times, again and again, where i fuck up, but i never want her to think that the way i feel about her is in any way waning, because it never could. and i'll stop being a pussy now and leave you with something good:
uh no usher: i'll takes you to the ccandy shop
uh no usher: oh my god jay z JIGGa WHAT JIGGa WHOo
Auto response from uh no usher: please epla some regagetonn dm,ajn
he needs to cut back on the thug passion...
this morning i woke up and michelle did not turn into satan and scream at me to die, instead she just told me that she loved me and went back to sleep. all in all, it was a good start. i went for a walk because i had too much energy that could not be spent dancing in my underwear to justin timberlake. to make a long story short i ended up playing on the swings of my local playground, an activity that can last for hours when you are me. i am sure that the sight of a 23 year old bald man jumping off of swings kept plenty of children away, not to mention that i talk to myself while i am playing... it usually consists of "nice jump adam"... or sometimes just "wee!".. fun times. i also treated myself to the newest star wars movie, alone because michelle does not appreciate the joy of watching the republic turn into a tyrannical regime. ten years ago i would have been one of those dudes in line the day it opened, but these days slamming my hot wife is a higher priority. anyway, i have always been a devoted star wars fan. i feel the same way about the new ones as most people do... especially since in episode one they tried to pass off anakin as being a product of immaculate conception... sorry i do not like the idea of The Force just wandering around and impregnating women. mystical forces have no business in ovaries.. but i still feel ten years old when i watch them. and episode three did not disappoint, loss of limbs, violence against the wife, burning alive, everything i hold close to my heart. i came home from the movie and immediately put in a new hope and made michelle watch it with me, very unenthusiastically. i tried to explain to her how it is like harry potter to some of us, and to this i just get "AHHHH HARRY POTTER I CAN'T WAIT!!!" i finally solved this mystery of bad taste this evening, when michelle watched titanic from beginning to end. case closed.
look for me, young, ursh, cruising down the belt parkwaaaaaay, doin what we like to do our way... usher and i really do spend most of our time together in a car cruising around nyc trying to find some free food or listening to mary j blige. we spent about a solid week together with dan, and risked life and limb and our women dumping us all for the love of cheap rum and dancing. all you need to know is, usher and i do a mean version of hollaback girl, dan lives (very happily) in the 80's, and none of us should be trusted around hard liquor. i can say without hesitation that ursh is one of my closest and dearest friends, and i look forward to more drinking and perhaps double dates, but i refuse to drink any drink called thug passion.
how do i say this in a way that does not sound like a kenny rogers song? i have been married for over a year, and i have gotten extremely comfortable, maybe a little too comfortable. of course this has lead to "you don't love me as much as you used to" and "i don't think you are as happy as you used to be". of course nothing could be further from the truth, but i know that it is my fault that she feels that way. i used to be an asshole to her because i was insecure. now it's come full circle, and i am too secure. i know that anything i do (or don't do), she is not going anywhere. i could be an absolute dick to her, and i have, and she would never leave me. so i have been slacking off a little bit. it is not from lack of motivation, because i love her so fucking much. and believe me, it was not a conscious decision, because i really love making her happy. it wasa more like, "i can go out with other friends, not pay her enough attention, and i'll always have the time to make it up to her." but you never really know how much time you have, and what if i couldn't make it up? and more importantly, there is no one else that i'd rather spend time with, she is my best friend. so why waste it elsewhere? i am going to try my best to do better. i am sure there will be times, again and again, where i fuck up, but i never want her to think that the way i feel about her is in any way waning, because it never could. and i'll stop being a pussy now and leave you with something good:
uh no usher: i'll takes you to the ccandy shop
uh no usher: oh my god jay z JIGGa WHAT JIGGa WHOo
Auto response from uh no usher: please epla some regagetonn dm,ajn
he needs to cut back on the thug passion...