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What's happenin' out there in the real world you fucks?
I got my job. I got my car. I'm still stuck to my house like crabs on crotch.
Yes, stuck TO it.
I pretty much wake up at 7am to go to work, try to stay busy wishing for the day to end sooner, get home and wish I wasn't bored, sleep, repeat.
I realise it's entirely my fault. Why don't I pick up the phone? For some reason my mind has become entirely centered on being content having no fun(life). My over-exposure to the hermit complex has created some sort of recluse syndrome.
Anyway, I'm trying to stop smoking. Today was day 1. I had a system worked out where I'd find something to do when I want a cigarette, if nothing is found, I eat a spree. All was well until I hit a fucking salesman with a car(mind you he wasn't actually fucking, he's just an idiot).
Here's how it panned out. I was pulling a car out of the garage I work in. No one was behind me when I got into the car. When backing out I watched the left rear view mirror to make sure I cleared the exit. I turned the wheel once I got most of the way out, accelerated a little and turned my head to see a man just before impact. He wasn't hurt too badly as I was going very slow. How could he not see me pulling out ever so slowly? Goodness gracious. I was so tense, smoking ensued.
He did come back and apologise, which was strange. The rest of the day went by pretty slowly. Home sucks as usual because I've been here for hours alone.
There's a girl I met, almost two weeks ago now, at my mom's work place. She delivers food for a little place near my house. Absolutely stunning. I have a bad habit of over-exaggerating minor "flaws" (and by that I mean things that don't appeal to me personally) in a subconscious attempt to keep me single forever. I couldn't find anything wrong with this girl. Perfect, right?
Wrong.
She has a boyfriend in the Marines... AWAY in the marines. Now, normally I would get to know this girl and things usually work out from there, but considering the fact that boyfriends hate me (especially if I'm moving in on their girlfriend) and this one is one of the few and the proud(jarhead). I'm torn. I know I'm terrible, heh.
Singol4lyfe.
There's an update for ya. Respond or beware the wrath of God.
I got my job. I got my car. I'm still stuck to my house like crabs on crotch.
Yes, stuck TO it.
I pretty much wake up at 7am to go to work, try to stay busy wishing for the day to end sooner, get home and wish I wasn't bored, sleep, repeat.
I realise it's entirely my fault. Why don't I pick up the phone? For some reason my mind has become entirely centered on being content having no fun(life). My over-exposure to the hermit complex has created some sort of recluse syndrome.
Anyway, I'm trying to stop smoking. Today was day 1. I had a system worked out where I'd find something to do when I want a cigarette, if nothing is found, I eat a spree. All was well until I hit a fucking salesman with a car(mind you he wasn't actually fucking, he's just an idiot).
Here's how it panned out. I was pulling a car out of the garage I work in. No one was behind me when I got into the car. When backing out I watched the left rear view mirror to make sure I cleared the exit. I turned the wheel once I got most of the way out, accelerated a little and turned my head to see a man just before impact. He wasn't hurt too badly as I was going very slow. How could he not see me pulling out ever so slowly? Goodness gracious. I was so tense, smoking ensued.
He did come back and apologise, which was strange. The rest of the day went by pretty slowly. Home sucks as usual because I've been here for hours alone.
There's a girl I met, almost two weeks ago now, at my mom's work place. She delivers food for a little place near my house. Absolutely stunning. I have a bad habit of over-exaggerating minor "flaws" (and by that I mean things that don't appeal to me personally) in a subconscious attempt to keep me single forever. I couldn't find anything wrong with this girl. Perfect, right?
Wrong.
She has a boyfriend in the Marines... AWAY in the marines. Now, normally I would get to know this girl and things usually work out from there, but considering the fact that boyfriends hate me (especially if I'm moving in on their girlfriend) and this one is one of the few and the proud(jarhead). I'm torn. I know I'm terrible, heh.
Singol4lyfe.
There's an update for ya. Respond or beware the wrath of God.