Here Comes the Summer
This entry has been a long time coming. Not that I have anything meaningful to say, I've just been lazy and uninspired lately (well until now). Despite having a job or anything steady these days, my life has been strangely interesting. As always, I shall write this entry completely illogically and without any regard for chronology.
Every other Thursday, a group of cleaning ladies/maids come to my house and wipe around a little and expect some exorbitant amount of money. However, this time was the first time that someone was around (me) to witness their labors. I would have been watching them closely if one of them hadn't completely creeped me out by winking then smiling in my direction. I must say that I was a bit thrown off by attention from the opposite sex, but then I remembered to myself that I am quite sought after in the overweight female Hispanic demographic.
Also on Thursday I went camping with friends to O'neill Park. Sureel, Tim, Richard, and I go on these trips from time to time. Our idea of camping, though, is not exactly roughing it. The trips are basically an excuse to get drunk without our parents around. This trip ended up being fun despite a couple of bumps along the way. Sureel's car didn't start. Abbas and Tim left early. The ranger was an ass clown. There were huge frogs everywhere ready to pounce (ya they pounce). You know, the usual. My drink choice for the night was rum and coke. Rum and coke is a notorious drink that I adopted as my drink of choice because it is mentioned in Pulp's brilliant song "Common People." However, I realized that rum and coke starts to taste bad after the second sip. In rum and coke's favor, it did get me to a satisfying buzz. Enough to lead a great sex discussion with everyone at the campfire. By the way, "who would you rather do" is a great game to play. I plan on selling the concept to Milton Bradley quite soon.
I'm in the mood to do something crazy. I don't know what I want to do, but something completely out-of-the-ordinary and perhaps slightly illegal. Maybe some fish-out-of-water scenario. I've got time on my hands, yet all I do most of the time is wake up late and lounge around my house all day. I feel like the women on Desperate Housewives. The only contribution I'm making to society these days is the entertainment value of my presence and this value isn't exactly skyrocketing on the Dow Jones.
Words of Wisdom: "Corny guys are ok. Corny pays the bills." - Star Jones
If everyone could learn to be like Star Jones, then we could all be happy interrupting others, marrying people of the wrong sexuality, and using the word "baby" in every sentence. God bless you Star. BABY GIRRL, you know what's up.
Every other Thursday, a group of cleaning ladies/maids come to my house and wipe around a little and expect some exorbitant amount of money. However, this time was the first time that someone was around (me) to witness their labors. I would have been watching them closely if one of them hadn't completely creeped me out by winking then smiling in my direction. I must say that I was a bit thrown off by attention from the opposite sex, but then I remembered to myself that I am quite sought after in the overweight female Hispanic demographic.
Also on Thursday I went camping with friends to O'neill Park. Sureel, Tim, Richard, and I go on these trips from time to time. Our idea of camping, though, is not exactly roughing it. The trips are basically an excuse to get drunk without our parents around. This trip ended up being fun despite a couple of bumps along the way. Sureel's car didn't start. Abbas and Tim left early. The ranger was an ass clown. There were huge frogs everywhere ready to pounce (ya they pounce). You know, the usual. My drink choice for the night was rum and coke. Rum and coke is a notorious drink that I adopted as my drink of choice because it is mentioned in Pulp's brilliant song "Common People." However, I realized that rum and coke starts to taste bad after the second sip. In rum and coke's favor, it did get me to a satisfying buzz. Enough to lead a great sex discussion with everyone at the campfire. By the way, "who would you rather do" is a great game to play. I plan on selling the concept to Milton Bradley quite soon.
I'm in the mood to do something crazy. I don't know what I want to do, but something completely out-of-the-ordinary and perhaps slightly illegal. Maybe some fish-out-of-water scenario. I've got time on my hands, yet all I do most of the time is wake up late and lounge around my house all day. I feel like the women on Desperate Housewives. The only contribution I'm making to society these days is the entertainment value of my presence and this value isn't exactly skyrocketing on the Dow Jones.
Words of Wisdom: "Corny guys are ok. Corny pays the bills." - Star Jones
If everyone could learn to be like Star Jones, then we could all be happy interrupting others, marrying people of the wrong sexuality, and using the word "baby" in every sentence. God bless you Star. BABY GIRRL, you know what's up.