I hate Tony Danza
It's been a while since I updated, and I am really only updating to give what few people who read my journal something to do. Lets see, a bunch has happened since I last updated, but I am going to spare most of the boring details. I been working at a new job for 3 weeks now, and I've already gotten a raise and promotion. Which is pretty sweet. If I make full time like my last job, I will be making 200 dollars more a month than previously. Thats good that will definitely help me out, considering I'm always fucking poor.
I decided yesterday that I hate Tony Danza, for reasons being that I've fell asleep watching TV Land late at night twice this week and I've come to have weird dreams all starring Tony Danza in Who's the Boss. I wake up pissed off as fuck that that stupid brooklyn jabrone invaded my dreams with his faggoty apron and dust feather brush. I want to punch that guy in the face. I should start leaving porn on or something and maybe then I might have a dream worth remembering.
So apparently someone loves me enough to leave about 200 plastic forks stuck in the ground out in my front yard, coupled with about 3 dozen Oreo cookies stuck on them and on my front door. So far no one has claimed responsibility, at least no one I know. I'll clean it up later, better idea actually, I'll make my roomates clean it up later. That's what mormons are for anyways, cleaning up shit because they do anything you want and always have a smile on their face.
Apparently my ex-girlfriend is engaged to her new boyfriend she's been dating for only 3 months. I laughed when she told me the news. Oh its hilarious how she's living out this fairy tale to its fullest extent. She's trying to be a some sort of chick flick movie of the summer or something. She says she's in love and yada yada, which I still believe to be a bunch of bullshit. I remember at one point she mentioned something about how she would marry me, but I wasn't stupid enough to ask. Her boyfriend is this 17 year old kid with really bad acne, and a control freak of a mother and he has no talent of his own whatsover. The only thing he's good at is speeding in his car and almost killing people. (Backstory: A month after he got his drivers license, his mommy had bought him a Toyota MR2 and he raced his car against some kid and that other kid hit a telephone pole at 95 miles per hour. That kid went to the hospital and almost died. Meanwhile, he just went home and didn't call the cops or ambulance or anything. This resulted in his family being sued for damages of excess of 50,000 dollars. He didn't lose his license though, but the 4 speeding tickets he received afterwards in the next few months resulted in this anyways, not to mention he wrecked the MR2 beyond recognition and now drives another rice racer, which he has wrecked once already as well)
Well that's enough for now. Time for me to go to work. I hate wearing fucking khaki's, I feel like I should be selling used cars or something.
I decided yesterday that I hate Tony Danza, for reasons being that I've fell asleep watching TV Land late at night twice this week and I've come to have weird dreams all starring Tony Danza in Who's the Boss. I wake up pissed off as fuck that that stupid brooklyn jabrone invaded my dreams with his faggoty apron and dust feather brush. I want to punch that guy in the face. I should start leaving porn on or something and maybe then I might have a dream worth remembering.
So apparently someone loves me enough to leave about 200 plastic forks stuck in the ground out in my front yard, coupled with about 3 dozen Oreo cookies stuck on them and on my front door. So far no one has claimed responsibility, at least no one I know. I'll clean it up later, better idea actually, I'll make my roomates clean it up later. That's what mormons are for anyways, cleaning up shit because they do anything you want and always have a smile on their face.
Apparently my ex-girlfriend is engaged to her new boyfriend she's been dating for only 3 months. I laughed when she told me the news. Oh its hilarious how she's living out this fairy tale to its fullest extent. She's trying to be a some sort of chick flick movie of the summer or something. She says she's in love and yada yada, which I still believe to be a bunch of bullshit. I remember at one point she mentioned something about how she would marry me, but I wasn't stupid enough to ask. Her boyfriend is this 17 year old kid with really bad acne, and a control freak of a mother and he has no talent of his own whatsover. The only thing he's good at is speeding in his car and almost killing people. (Backstory: A month after he got his drivers license, his mommy had bought him a Toyota MR2 and he raced his car against some kid and that other kid hit a telephone pole at 95 miles per hour. That kid went to the hospital and almost died. Meanwhile, he just went home and didn't call the cops or ambulance or anything. This resulted in his family being sued for damages of excess of 50,000 dollars. He didn't lose his license though, but the 4 speeding tickets he received afterwards in the next few months resulted in this anyways, not to mention he wrecked the MR2 beyond recognition and now drives another rice racer, which he has wrecked once already as well)
Well that's enough for now. Time for me to go to work. I hate wearing fucking khaki's, I feel like I should be selling used cars or something.