It's time I had some time alone...
And I feel fine. Well, not really, but it's the damn song. :-P
The new girl decided to also remind me that she's really only back in Jersey temporarily, and once she gets some things straightened out, she's back in Florida. What is is with women and that state that absolutely FUCKS with my emotions to no end? Oh well, who am I to tell her that I think she should stay? Good luck.
Sort of met someone tonight while I was signed into Match.com. I get an IM from out of nowhere. She's pretty nice too. But I've probably jinxed it just by talking about it. You have no idea. My karma is fucked like that.
I desperately need to get to the driving range. I got my new set of golf clubs (for free - well, for doing a little painting and kissing a little ass), and I've got aggression bottled up in me to no end. I just don't think that I can put a name to all of those golf balls that I hit. So, I'll have to pick a bunch of names and then give them things that they've done to me and swing away. I'm bound to hit a 300 yard drive eventually. YOU DA MAN!!!
I need a samich (sandwich for the ghetto impared). Just what I need at 5 AM, more food. That's also what I get for staying up and watching all 7 hours of South Park episodes (and the movie) on Comedy Central. Did that last night too. And I'll do it again tomorrow.
Follow your dreams...
You can reach your goals...
I'm living proof...
Beefcake. BEEFCAKE!!!
The new girl decided to also remind me that she's really only back in Jersey temporarily, and once she gets some things straightened out, she's back in Florida. What is is with women and that state that absolutely FUCKS with my emotions to no end? Oh well, who am I to tell her that I think she should stay? Good luck.
Sort of met someone tonight while I was signed into Match.com. I get an IM from out of nowhere. She's pretty nice too. But I've probably jinxed it just by talking about it. You have no idea. My karma is fucked like that.
I desperately need to get to the driving range. I got my new set of golf clubs (for free - well, for doing a little painting and kissing a little ass), and I've got aggression bottled up in me to no end. I just don't think that I can put a name to all of those golf balls that I hit. So, I'll have to pick a bunch of names and then give them things that they've done to me and swing away. I'm bound to hit a 300 yard drive eventually. YOU DA MAN!!!
I need a samich (sandwich for the ghetto impared). Just what I need at 5 AM, more food. That's also what I get for staying up and watching all 7 hours of South Park episodes (and the movie) on Comedy Central. Did that last night too. And I'll do it again tomorrow.
Follow your dreams...
You can reach your goals...
I'm living proof...
Beefcake. BEEFCAKE!!!