i'm not the ladykilling type.
before I start writing anything at all, it should be mentioned that Ms. Lindsey Jane Hadddadddd is arguably the light of my life. Were I to be honest, that sentence would be a preface to anything I wrote or said.
do you guys know what I did today? I did absolutely fucking nothing. I woke up bright and early, 630 or so, which is something that important and enterprising people do. And I came home, ate two donuts, dicked around on the internet for an hour so and then sat my fat ass on the couch. Turned on Madden 06 and played until, like, 2. Seriously. Smoked pot. Wacked off in the shower, went to the bank, ate shitty food. Watched TV.
That is it. I am a louse. A dirty wretch of a human being that doesn't deserve the classy appearance I get from my sweaters. If I hadn't just done the world a favor and shaved off my hobo-beard, I'd just start wearing sweatpants and give up entirely.
At first the waking up early thing was working out swimmingly because after I had my coffee and wound myself up a bit I would go in my room and record things and do actual, productive things. Now the other people have returned to my room so I can't much go in there and sing my lungs out at 830 AM. So I do nothing and it becomes the addictive pattern of "why do something when could easily do nothing?" Again: I am a louse.
Everyone I talk to from out-of-state asks me if I'm super-duper excited for that football game that's going on this Sunday. I guess I am but for some reason it's not quite as exciting as it was when I was younger. I think maybe everything in life just sucks slightly more with every second of age that one gains until you're old and nothing is fun at all. Since the majority of elderly people do not commit suicide, we have to assume that some kind of epiphany occurs that keeps life worthwhile. Or they're just too lazy. "Or senile," says the peanut gallery. Philosophical waxing aside, I do think that Pats will win. I'm not as confident as perhaps i "should" be, but there's nobody in this world that I trust more than the New England Patriots.
since I have absolutely nothing to say, and i'm ignoring the aforementioned lovely lady, i am done. adieu, adieu. to you. and you. and you.
:-*
do you guys know what I did today? I did absolutely fucking nothing. I woke up bright and early, 630 or so, which is something that important and enterprising people do. And I came home, ate two donuts, dicked around on the internet for an hour so and then sat my fat ass on the couch. Turned on Madden 06 and played until, like, 2. Seriously. Smoked pot. Wacked off in the shower, went to the bank, ate shitty food. Watched TV.
That is it. I am a louse. A dirty wretch of a human being that doesn't deserve the classy appearance I get from my sweaters. If I hadn't just done the world a favor and shaved off my hobo-beard, I'd just start wearing sweatpants and give up entirely.
At first the waking up early thing was working out swimmingly because after I had my coffee and wound myself up a bit I would go in my room and record things and do actual, productive things. Now the other people have returned to my room so I can't much go in there and sing my lungs out at 830 AM. So I do nothing and it becomes the addictive pattern of "why do something when could easily do nothing?" Again: I am a louse.
Everyone I talk to from out-of-state asks me if I'm super-duper excited for that football game that's going on this Sunday. I guess I am but for some reason it's not quite as exciting as it was when I was younger. I think maybe everything in life just sucks slightly more with every second of age that one gains until you're old and nothing is fun at all. Since the majority of elderly people do not commit suicide, we have to assume that some kind of epiphany occurs that keeps life worthwhile. Or they're just too lazy. "Or senile," says the peanut gallery. Philosophical waxing aside, I do think that Pats will win. I'm not as confident as perhaps i "should" be, but there's nobody in this world that I trust more than the New England Patriots.
since I have absolutely nothing to say, and i'm ignoring the aforementioned lovely lady, i am done. adieu, adieu. to you. and you. and you.
:-*