I dunno...
So its time for the bi-yearly installment of my journal. So is it my imagination or is Livejournal a haven for polyamourous bi-sexuals? Ive met about three of them in the last month. Whatever happened to normal relationships. One of the girls had two boyfriends/sexfriends/fuckbuddies/man whores and she was like "I still yearn for a girlfriend to make myself complete", jesus. Saturday night must make her sore.
Now I dont have anything necessarily against people who spread the love around like a toddler with spaghetti sauce, but gimme a break. We still live with aids and although you can live on average 20 years longer than you could a decade ago, you still die, painfully! Im not against fucking everything appealing, its just that I live in a world where statistically 8 out of ten sexually active people have some kind of VD and handling the emotional side of one partner seems like it would be enough trouble, I suppose if your partners are only just fuck friends the only thing you have to worry about is the O, KY and cleaning up afterwards.
The only reason I bring this up is that I am jealous as hell at people who live outside the lines, sure they will problably get Aids or at least something that will grow and rot on them causing them to go through painful corrective surgical procedures and expensive drug treatments, he he, but still....ah well, I need to get laid.
Well its been about three months since I got laid off and I have one big interview on Monday and directly afterwards I have a smaller more conservative interview, that I think will problably result in more likely job offer. But still I wouldnt mind making 30 grand a year, but thats a little unikely of a jump. My dad brought it up the other day that I was almost through my six month lease at my new apartment which is right next to the Holoscene. Its always interesting hearing the college kids screwing off at 2 in the morning. They had an impromptu drag race about three in the morning. It was between a rice cooker and a real car. Nothing much more eventful other than my cat getting me up in his usuall intervals. Feed me, take me for a walk, open the blinds so I can look at people, pet me, clean my bowl...dont lock me in the bathroom.
I spent most of yesterday whipping my apartment back into shape, and will problably be busy preparing for the job interview on Monday, then its off to the Margarita/Origami/Daria houseparty. Houseparties are always interesting. Theres usually someone that tries to steal something, then someone that gets into a fist fight then theres the drama attack from the girl who's had too much to drink, followed by the obligatory plugging, or overflowing of the last functioning toilet in the Apartment/House
Now I dont have anything necessarily against people who spread the love around like a toddler with spaghetti sauce, but gimme a break. We still live with aids and although you can live on average 20 years longer than you could a decade ago, you still die, painfully! Im not against fucking everything appealing, its just that I live in a world where statistically 8 out of ten sexually active people have some kind of VD and handling the emotional side of one partner seems like it would be enough trouble, I suppose if your partners are only just fuck friends the only thing you have to worry about is the O, KY and cleaning up afterwards.
The only reason I bring this up is that I am jealous as hell at people who live outside the lines, sure they will problably get Aids or at least something that will grow and rot on them causing them to go through painful corrective surgical procedures and expensive drug treatments, he he, but still....ah well, I need to get laid.
Well its been about three months since I got laid off and I have one big interview on Monday and directly afterwards I have a smaller more conservative interview, that I think will problably result in more likely job offer. But still I wouldnt mind making 30 grand a year, but thats a little unikely of a jump. My dad brought it up the other day that I was almost through my six month lease at my new apartment which is right next to the Holoscene. Its always interesting hearing the college kids screwing off at 2 in the morning. They had an impromptu drag race about three in the morning. It was between a rice cooker and a real car. Nothing much more eventful other than my cat getting me up in his usuall intervals. Feed me, take me for a walk, open the blinds so I can look at people, pet me, clean my bowl...dont lock me in the bathroom.
I spent most of yesterday whipping my apartment back into shape, and will problably be busy preparing for the job interview on Monday, then its off to the Margarita/Origami/Daria houseparty. Houseparties are always interesting. Theres usually someone that tries to steal something, then someone that gets into a fist fight then theres the drama attack from the girl who's had too much to drink, followed by the obligatory plugging, or overflowing of the last functioning toilet in the Apartment/House