Something mundane for once
Hmm… Fist off, I’m in such a dilemma. Funds are limited and I need both new computer hardware and apparel.
This year has not only been advantageous, but warm and enlightening. I have somehow surrounded myself around beautiful people: with worthwhile stories, views and experiences. I dare not name names for I would seem like a weirdo. It’s not like you can just tell someone they’re the cream-of-the-crop. I have come to know a lot of people in the world and not even half of them are qualified to be on my friends list. I admit to being a friendly person but people don’t realize how picky I am with the people I chose to be around. Being kind to everyone does have its disadvantages. It’s scary how you don’t really know how crazy someone is until they stalk you. I have accumulated a number of stalkers this year. It’s really fucked. This one girl (that I have come to loath) from a swimming class of mine has been “conveniently” positioned on my route to work, and continues to hound me to go a hip-hop club so she can dry hump me. There are too things wrong with that request: one, I don’t like hip-hop; and two, I don’t dry hump in public… unless she’s really cute or a I’m really really drunk: which would probably make her really cute, so it’s a good thing I said no. Worst of all, a “friend” of mine gave her my phone number in revenge for writing “I suck cock” on his forehead, while his was passed out drunk. I’m not sure if letting him go out in public like that was worth a “fatal attraction” on my hands.
My A+ certification class is just around the corner: one week. I have been wanting to take this class for years but there was always some kind of obstructions. My knuckles are white with anticipation. You have no idea what this means to me. As a child of 7 I used to know how to use DOS; one of the most complicated operating systems. I have been morning the death of my inner-nerd for 16 years: hardship and hindrance have past me bye. Maybe someday I’ll write about my fucked up life but not today. That’s not what this is about. It’s about a kid in a candy store; that, for too long has been without the sweet. And the sweet is never so sweet without the sour. As I have told my friends before: it is never too late to have a happy childhood.
This year has not only been advantageous, but warm and enlightening. I have somehow surrounded myself around beautiful people: with worthwhile stories, views and experiences. I dare not name names for I would seem like a weirdo. It’s not like you can just tell someone they’re the cream-of-the-crop. I have come to know a lot of people in the world and not even half of them are qualified to be on my friends list. I admit to being a friendly person but people don’t realize how picky I am with the people I chose to be around. Being kind to everyone does have its disadvantages. It’s scary how you don’t really know how crazy someone is until they stalk you. I have accumulated a number of stalkers this year. It’s really fucked. This one girl (that I have come to loath) from a swimming class of mine has been “conveniently” positioned on my route to work, and continues to hound me to go a hip-hop club so she can dry hump me. There are too things wrong with that request: one, I don’t like hip-hop; and two, I don’t dry hump in public… unless she’s really cute or a I’m really really drunk: which would probably make her really cute, so it’s a good thing I said no. Worst of all, a “friend” of mine gave her my phone number in revenge for writing “I suck cock” on his forehead, while his was passed out drunk. I’m not sure if letting him go out in public like that was worth a “fatal attraction” on my hands.
My A+ certification class is just around the corner: one week. I have been wanting to take this class for years but there was always some kind of obstructions. My knuckles are white with anticipation. You have no idea what this means to me. As a child of 7 I used to know how to use DOS; one of the most complicated operating systems. I have been morning the death of my inner-nerd for 16 years: hardship and hindrance have past me bye. Maybe someday I’ll write about my fucked up life but not today. That’s not what this is about. It’s about a kid in a candy store; that, for too long has been without the sweet. And the sweet is never so sweet without the sour. As I have told my friends before: it is never too late to have a happy childhood.