"Hello Live Journal, my name is Eric"
Oh my gosh my first entry, I am so excited!! I just realized last night that a majority of the people I know have a live journal (or "web blog" as the kids today call them) and being the type of person who has to go along with the crowd, I decided to get an account of my very own (SUCKAHS). With any luck this journal can keep me occupied and aid me in my ongoing battle against ennui, which lately has become increasinly difficult.
Anywho, some people were coming by to look through my house today, which is currently up for sale, so I was forced to leave. I decided to go and see the movie "saw". Normaly I can force myself to enjoy movies which fill me with a feeling of macabre, but there was this obese, Mexican couple sitting behind me who kept giggling, and I had an inclination to believe that they were making out, which REALLY filled me with a feeling of macabre. I left the theatre and rushed home to get something to eat, only to be greeted by the realator who has been desperatly trying to sell my house for the last two years. His name was Roscoe and he wasted no time forcing me into awkward conversation. Of course i was starving and was in no mood to talk. All I could think about was helping myself to some buttermilk eggo wafles smothered in Aunt Jemima's butter rich syrup, and.........oh my.... I just gave myself an erection.
Self-discovery of the day: The word "butter" gets me sexually aroused.
Quote of the day: "The seed of imperial ruin and national decay- the unnatural gap between rich and poor...the exploitation of boy labor, the physical degeneration which seems to follow so swiftly on civilzed poverty...the swift increase of vulgar, jobless luxury-are the enemies of Britain.
-Winston Churchill
Anywho, some people were coming by to look through my house today, which is currently up for sale, so I was forced to leave. I decided to go and see the movie "saw". Normaly I can force myself to enjoy movies which fill me with a feeling of macabre, but there was this obese, Mexican couple sitting behind me who kept giggling, and I had an inclination to believe that they were making out, which REALLY filled me with a feeling of macabre. I left the theatre and rushed home to get something to eat, only to be greeted by the realator who has been desperatly trying to sell my house for the last two years. His name was Roscoe and he wasted no time forcing me into awkward conversation. Of course i was starving and was in no mood to talk. All I could think about was helping myself to some buttermilk eggo wafles smothered in Aunt Jemima's butter rich syrup, and.........oh my.... I just gave myself an erection.
Self-discovery of the day: The word "butter" gets me sexually aroused.
Quote of the day: "The seed of imperial ruin and national decay- the unnatural gap between rich and poor...the exploitation of boy labor, the physical degeneration which seems to follow so swiftly on civilzed poverty...the swift increase of vulgar, jobless luxury-are the enemies of Britain.
-Winston Churchill