11 Weeks. And nothing.
Alright. It's time to bring myself into the new year with a post. It's been awhile.
No story, none of that jive. Just some ranting. So, in case y'all (potential readers) didn't know. I've been working at Wonder Bread (on and off) since July 29th. And well. It sucks. I'm tired of the bullshit hours. I got home tonight at midnight. And that's not half bad. It's the nights/mornings that I don't get home until four, or five. And all because the God damn trucks couldn't haul ass and get to the branch in decent time. So that's not the best thing that has happened. I just think it's horseshit. I could be wrong. But hey, it's all I got.
Um-- I'm no longer single. I've been dating my wonderful girlfriend since--- Oh, God. November 3rd? I hope that's right. If not, she'll kill me. But whatever. And well, it's all going smoothly. In case anyone is interested, and not too grossed out by it, I'm no longer a virgin. It took 18 years, but hey. Some are late bloomers, right? I guess I fall into that category. I think I just respect woman so much that I could never bring myself to ask. Or beg. Or plead. Or anything of the sort. One night stands are just out of the question for me. It's just a belief I guess. I forgot what believing in something feels like. It's been quite some time. But that's a sob story that no one wants to really go through. At least I don't. Not enough time. And I'm far too lazy.
Uh. I haven't talked to my friend Phil in almost a year. Maybe longer. I've just given up. No returned calls. Nothing. And if it's not that important to him. Fuck him. It may come off as somewhat hostile, but honestly, I don't care. Anne, Kate, if you guys read this. I appreciate that you both keep in contact. Though I may not hear from either of you much, just knowing that you both are alive, and doing well means a lot. I know it sounds corny, and all that. But it really does.
Another guy I haven't actually talked to in quite some time would be Lemke. It's been awhile since we've been able to have shenanigans and argue about stupid shit. I miss those days. And Negro, I would call you if I had a phone number! Granted, I wouldn't be able to talk long because my long distance sucks, but still. The whole, you could call back thing, would be most excellent. All in all, I just wish I could go back in time, beat the shit out of myself, and re pick my friends. I would turn myself into someone that's not so lazy, no so stubborn, and definitely, not so me. But I suppose everything has turned out for the better. I mean, I'm happy and content with the way things are going now. I doubt they'll stay that way for long. But I can hope that they stay this way for awhile so I don't flip apeshit and try to stab someone. Which by the way I've come close to doing. Assholes and all that jive.
How sad is this? I haven't said a God damn thing in 11 weeks, and STILL nothing exciting has happened. I guess something somewhat exciting is the fact that I went to the Run. It was a different experience. I got hit on by some guys. And me being the nice fellow I am, I flirted back. It was really awkward. And if only I could've got the opposite sex by playing pool like I got guys. Hm. I think it's rather curious.
Well, I hope I've made a couple people happy that I'm still alive. And if not. I hope you had a most excellent time reading a mini-rant. I still wish I had more to say..
No story, none of that jive. Just some ranting. So, in case y'all (potential readers) didn't know. I've been working at Wonder Bread (on and off) since July 29th. And well. It sucks. I'm tired of the bullshit hours. I got home tonight at midnight. And that's not half bad. It's the nights/mornings that I don't get home until four, or five. And all because the God damn trucks couldn't haul ass and get to the branch in decent time. So that's not the best thing that has happened. I just think it's horseshit. I could be wrong. But hey, it's all I got.
Um-- I'm no longer single. I've been dating my wonderful girlfriend since--- Oh, God. November 3rd? I hope that's right. If not, she'll kill me. But whatever. And well, it's all going smoothly. In case anyone is interested, and not too grossed out by it, I'm no longer a virgin. It took 18 years, but hey. Some are late bloomers, right? I guess I fall into that category. I think I just respect woman so much that I could never bring myself to ask. Or beg. Or plead. Or anything of the sort. One night stands are just out of the question for me. It's just a belief I guess. I forgot what believing in something feels like. It's been quite some time. But that's a sob story that no one wants to really go through. At least I don't. Not enough time. And I'm far too lazy.
Uh. I haven't talked to my friend Phil in almost a year. Maybe longer. I've just given up. No returned calls. Nothing. And if it's not that important to him. Fuck him. It may come off as somewhat hostile, but honestly, I don't care. Anne, Kate, if you guys read this. I appreciate that you both keep in contact. Though I may not hear from either of you much, just knowing that you both are alive, and doing well means a lot. I know it sounds corny, and all that. But it really does.
Another guy I haven't actually talked to in quite some time would be Lemke. It's been awhile since we've been able to have shenanigans and argue about stupid shit. I miss those days. And Negro, I would call you if I had a phone number! Granted, I wouldn't be able to talk long because my long distance sucks, but still. The whole, you could call back thing, would be most excellent. All in all, I just wish I could go back in time, beat the shit out of myself, and re pick my friends. I would turn myself into someone that's not so lazy, no so stubborn, and definitely, not so me. But I suppose everything has turned out for the better. I mean, I'm happy and content with the way things are going now. I doubt they'll stay that way for long. But I can hope that they stay this way for awhile so I don't flip apeshit and try to stab someone. Which by the way I've come close to doing. Assholes and all that jive.
How sad is this? I haven't said a God damn thing in 11 weeks, and STILL nothing exciting has happened. I guess something somewhat exciting is the fact that I went to the Run. It was a different experience. I got hit on by some guys. And me being the nice fellow I am, I flirted back. It was really awkward. And if only I could've got the opposite sex by playing pool like I got guys. Hm. I think it's rather curious.
Well, I hope I've made a couple people happy that I'm still alive. And if not. I hope you had a most excellent time reading a mini-rant. I still wish I had more to say..