Like really and for sure
This morning, in the mirror, I noticed the hairline along the left side of my scalp seems to be wearing even thinner that the last time I really examined, probably a month or so. Maybe it’s just because my hair is longer, but it looks like it’s fading fast. At this rate, I’ll be one of those guys with the island of hair in the front by the time I am 31. I better do whatever else I wanted to with my hair within the next year, because I am seeing a future of buzz cuts coming quickly.
I stuck around here later yesterday, for a reason unknown. I just didn’t want to have to bolt to the regular trains. So, I took the 5:52 home. It was nice not having to deal with all the rush hour B.S. for a change. I stopped at Jewel on the way and got some stuff for the week. Didn’t end up walking in the door until 8:30, feeling completely wiped. I tooled around online and watched some TV.
I fell asleep listening to some Josh Groban and suddenly decided in that half-conscious state that I really must try to see him if I can when he’s here in a few weeks. I’d even be willing to pay the $85 for the first pavilion seating. Grand idea, but fate is against me and the only decent seats are single. I don’t mind going to the movies alone, and eating alone in general. But, going to a concert alone seems a bit lame. They have second pavilion seats that aren’t bad for $65 but if I am forking over more than I want for a show, I want the first section. Ebay has a ton of tickets out there, but some of them are double the price. I’d be willing to give it a shot though if I actually knew how to use Ebay. And, I’d have to update my Paypal account. It all feels like a big pain in the ass.
For some reason, the water in the building is not working today. So, I have this crusty, bouffant thing going on with my hair. Personally, I liked what it looked like when I just put it all straight up, but it might be a little much for work.
Still finding excuses over that job thing. My newest one is that I don’t think it’s proper to just send a resume; you need a cover letter or something I thought.
Gay.com never ceases to be absolutely pathetic. Some real nutcases nest themselves out in these personals forums. My favorites are the ones that are in a relationship and spend their whole profile carrying on and on about how much they are in love and everyone else should be jealous. Um, then why are you ON Gay.com. It’s usually the stupid brainless twinks. By the time they get to be my age, we all know why they’re out there if they already have a boyfriend.
I saw one profile for a guy that was about 35 when I was 21 and he’s not omitting his age entirely from his profile and comes up in searches between 26 and 30. If that fact alone wasn’t pathetic enough, his pictures make him look like a dirty old freak, and I am not sure he realizes that. Obviously though, he must not realize a lot of things. There I go! Judging again.
I did see a profile for a 45-year-old muscle daddy English teacher, complete with tattoos. Hot damn! I’ve never seen 45 look so good. Make jungle love to me and tell me about Shakespeare! NOW!
I am part of an Andy Roddick community on Livejournal because it helps me stay abreast of what his schedule and stats are. Unfortunately, breasts are the real issue with the community and I think I have about had it when yesterday, some brainless bimbo posted a picture of a beach with something written in the sand and said it wasn’t related to Roddick in any way, except that it was ’beautiful’ just like him. Now, I made it through all spring with these bitches going on and on about how much they hated Roddick’s beard and wished he’d shave it off, but this might be the last straw.
I was part of a John Mayer community with a similar problem. Lots of stupid, brainless girls carrying on about how they love, adore etc etc etc etc et al John. It was pointless to even post anything ever because it was just ignored and repeated a day later. It was like those bitches that ruined all his shows for me organized a virtual concert and I had tickets in the seats right in front of them. Would it be harsh to say I wished all teenage girls were locked in closets from age 14 to 20? Lots and lots of spiders in the closets too.
I realize I am the first one to drool over pics of Roddick practicing shirtless but when the teeny-boppers do it, it seems elevated to the ’enth degree of annoyance. They take the pics, crop them and make stupid little flashing icons with words in fancy script like ’I Love Andy’. Ugh!
I need a damned haircut.
I stuck around here later yesterday, for a reason unknown. I just didn’t want to have to bolt to the regular trains. So, I took the 5:52 home. It was nice not having to deal with all the rush hour B.S. for a change. I stopped at Jewel on the way and got some stuff for the week. Didn’t end up walking in the door until 8:30, feeling completely wiped. I tooled around online and watched some TV.
I fell asleep listening to some Josh Groban and suddenly decided in that half-conscious state that I really must try to see him if I can when he’s here in a few weeks. I’d even be willing to pay the $85 for the first pavilion seating. Grand idea, but fate is against me and the only decent seats are single. I don’t mind going to the movies alone, and eating alone in general. But, going to a concert alone seems a bit lame. They have second pavilion seats that aren’t bad for $65 but if I am forking over more than I want for a show, I want the first section. Ebay has a ton of tickets out there, but some of them are double the price. I’d be willing to give it a shot though if I actually knew how to use Ebay. And, I’d have to update my Paypal account. It all feels like a big pain in the ass.
For some reason, the water in the building is not working today. So, I have this crusty, bouffant thing going on with my hair. Personally, I liked what it looked like when I just put it all straight up, but it might be a little much for work.
Still finding excuses over that job thing. My newest one is that I don’t think it’s proper to just send a resume; you need a cover letter or something I thought.
Gay.com never ceases to be absolutely pathetic. Some real nutcases nest themselves out in these personals forums. My favorites are the ones that are in a relationship and spend their whole profile carrying on and on about how much they are in love and everyone else should be jealous. Um, then why are you ON Gay.com. It’s usually the stupid brainless twinks. By the time they get to be my age, we all know why they’re out there if they already have a boyfriend.
I saw one profile for a guy that was about 35 when I was 21 and he’s not omitting his age entirely from his profile and comes up in searches between 26 and 30. If that fact alone wasn’t pathetic enough, his pictures make him look like a dirty old freak, and I am not sure he realizes that. Obviously though, he must not realize a lot of things. There I go! Judging again.
I did see a profile for a 45-year-old muscle daddy English teacher, complete with tattoos. Hot damn! I’ve never seen 45 look so good. Make jungle love to me and tell me about Shakespeare! NOW!
I am part of an Andy Roddick community on Livejournal because it helps me stay abreast of what his schedule and stats are. Unfortunately, breasts are the real issue with the community and I think I have about had it when yesterday, some brainless bimbo posted a picture of a beach with something written in the sand and said it wasn’t related to Roddick in any way, except that it was ’beautiful’ just like him. Now, I made it through all spring with these bitches going on and on about how much they hated Roddick’s beard and wished he’d shave it off, but this might be the last straw.
I was part of a John Mayer community with a similar problem. Lots of stupid, brainless girls carrying on about how they love, adore etc etc etc etc et al John. It was pointless to even post anything ever because it was just ignored and repeated a day later. It was like those bitches that ruined all his shows for me organized a virtual concert and I had tickets in the seats right in front of them. Would it be harsh to say I wished all teenage girls were locked in closets from age 14 to 20? Lots and lots of spiders in the closets too.
I realize I am the first one to drool over pics of Roddick practicing shirtless but when the teeny-boppers do it, it seems elevated to the ’enth degree of annoyance. They take the pics, crop them and make stupid little flashing icons with words in fancy script like ’I Love Andy’. Ugh!
I need a damned haircut.