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I've actually been freakishly busy over the past week. I've been working on the show quite extensively, buying licenses and stuff for crappy songs that I can put into the final product, because I realized that U2 would probably want all of the money that I'm not making off of the show and Bono would use it to save some dolphins that I wouldn't get to pet. And since my old computer couldn't handle the pressures of stardom, I had to get a new piece of technology that I'm pretty sure will satisfy me until the next big thing comes out.
So yes, as of right now, I am typing this on my very own, secure wireless network. It sure beats stealing my neighbor's connection and even gave me the option of naming it something unique. So, if you're ever in town and you see a network marked, 'jonnykins_station_bitches' you're freakishly close to my house.
In which case, I say.
Go away. Please. Don't mess with me. I don't want to have to beat you over the head with a fencepost.
So I've avoided this for awhile. I'd just wrapped up writing about the best night out I've had for a long time, and the one time I get lazy and don't hit that magical sequence of keys known as, 'Copy and paste just in case LJ fucks you over,' LJ up and fucks me over. A good two hours of overly descriptive writing and acute fluid verbal stool down the drain.
Crapola! Although I actually suspect that my computer was the culprit; that thing has been out to get me from day one, with all manner of disconnections, screw jobs, and basically turning Cujo on me. It's sort of like when pro wrestlers get betrayed by their ring partners and stuff: One day you're walking through a field of daisies, and the next he's smashing you over the head with a folding metal chair.
But anyways, that doesn't mean it wasn't a great night. How could a night that included adventures such as:
- Guiding misdirected Chinese lady to her daughter's house,
- Actually holding a NES controller for the first time in about ten years, and
- Winning three stripper posters with only fifteen dollars
NOT be considered a good one? We're gonna try to hang out again on Thursday night; she's down with hockey, which makes her down with me, and when she's down and I'm down, everybody's down.
(Wait, do people these days still use the word, 'down'? 'Cos if they don't, I'm not down with that.)
Now before any of y'all get any ideas, I'm going to say right now that this won't be going anywhere past the friend-zone. Why? It's because she's already committed to this guy who lives out East, who's likely going to be coming back here for an extended period. Having tried (and failed at,) the whole long distance relationship thing, I don't want to be that guy who just wants to get his rocks off at the expense of someone else's feelings.
Yeah, yeah, shut up; I'm sensitive about that kind of thing.
Another girl who falls into the, 'Girls Jonny gets along with but can't have for one reason or another' pile.
And hey; at least I've trimmed the list down to just the valid reasons such as:
- She's seeing someone else
- She wants to see someone else
- She want me to help her see someone else
- Dated her sister
- Dated her cousin
- Hit on her twin thinking it was her
...
I need a sandwich.