My hands are free again!
Free to type away at my lesiure... unless I'm at work, of course. I have this strange and uncomfortable feeling that I'll end up leaving DQ in the back of a police cruiser someday. Customers don't realize the deathwish they seem to impose so strongly. But fuck all that.
I just skipped a Bright Eyes song on my limewire. They're a unique band, but unlike most bands Nick Parker introduces me to, I really don't think I can stand to hear that guys voice for more than 5 seconds.
I wonder what it'd be like to be a homeless adventurer, crossing the states with my thumb in the air. Probably pretty smelly and boring. And certainly not enough porn at my disposal.
No friends call me. I suppose I should pu forth the effort. Oh, wait, I do. Then they expect ME to be the one to call them all the time. Fuck that, I'm eradicating all contact with anyone. You want me, you call me, otherwise fuck yourself. Nah, that's harsh. I'm too much of a social creature to do that anyway.
But my brother is still drinking and smoking pot. Not at the extreme he used to, but it's like... I SWEAR there are other things you could be doing. Looking for a job? College applications? Girls? Come on, bro, I have faith in you, if only because we share the same genes. I have to believe you are better than you act.
My OTHER brother is quitting his job. If he doesn't have another lined up, I'm officially the last hope in my family. It's not like the regular social pressure is enough. Is it a wonder I don't have a girlfriend?
I guess not. I've been running almost every other day this summer. Not getting any thinner, and girls not getting anymore plentiful. But I've got prospects. Most are hiding from me, but I'll sniff them out. I've got these huge fucking claws and these huge fucking teeth, and I have to wonder how I'm going to kill this bunny? Fuck that. I'm out for blood. Well,sex, actually. Preferably with no blood at all.
I WILL be out for blood if I don't get myself a new damn phone, like, tomorrow. My new phone is great, minus the always having SOMETHING wrong with it.
Maddox's The Alphabet of Manliness is going to be arriving at my house very soon. I can't wait.
I just skipped a Bright Eyes song on my limewire. They're a unique band, but unlike most bands Nick Parker introduces me to, I really don't think I can stand to hear that guys voice for more than 5 seconds.
I wonder what it'd be like to be a homeless adventurer, crossing the states with my thumb in the air. Probably pretty smelly and boring. And certainly not enough porn at my disposal.
No friends call me. I suppose I should pu forth the effort. Oh, wait, I do. Then they expect ME to be the one to call them all the time. Fuck that, I'm eradicating all contact with anyone. You want me, you call me, otherwise fuck yourself. Nah, that's harsh. I'm too much of a social creature to do that anyway.
But my brother is still drinking and smoking pot. Not at the extreme he used to, but it's like... I SWEAR there are other things you could be doing. Looking for a job? College applications? Girls? Come on, bro, I have faith in you, if only because we share the same genes. I have to believe you are better than you act.
My OTHER brother is quitting his job. If he doesn't have another lined up, I'm officially the last hope in my family. It's not like the regular social pressure is enough. Is it a wonder I don't have a girlfriend?
I guess not. I've been running almost every other day this summer. Not getting any thinner, and girls not getting anymore plentiful. But I've got prospects. Most are hiding from me, but I'll sniff them out. I've got these huge fucking claws and these huge fucking teeth, and I have to wonder how I'm going to kill this bunny? Fuck that. I'm out for blood. Well,sex, actually. Preferably with no blood at all.
I WILL be out for blood if I don't get myself a new damn phone, like, tomorrow. My new phone is great, minus the always having SOMETHING wrong with it.
Maddox's The Alphabet of Manliness is going to be arriving at my house very soon. I can't wait.