Never Thought We'd Be Back Here Again
Well, as I mentioned previously (for further details, see Noah's journal), I always give into peer pressure, and for anyone who wants to spend minutes reading buckets of "truth" that no one is ready for, laugh, and end up crying in shame, almost to the point that life doesn't seem worth living anymore...well, gosh...you've come to the right place.
Interrupting my present train of thought, I just need to interject with this little gem of the internet.
http://www.defamer.com/topic/ashlee-simpson-ipod.jpg
Oh...yes. That is just fine. Keep it coming, guys.
Anyway, I know that I used to whine (mainly stemming from an unhearty life on my part) about all the big and little things happening in my life, the big being: any bit of work I could get that payed, the latest Reel Big Fish CD, any news regarding Steve Jobs or Apple software, and of course, the most recent Lost episode; the small being: Zach's most recent lubed-up mannequin, eh-heh-heverytime that it was Noah's time of the month, and...oh I don't know...the OC. The fact of the matter is, I truly get off by pointing out all of you people's flaws. And, although that doesn't mean I am exempt from criticism (for instance, I am a vaguely racist, condescending cynic with a giant ego), I take pride in knowing I am right.
Now, I know that I used to whine...I mean, I can't even recall what in the name of 'Are You There, God? It's Me Margaret' I was thinking with some of those posts, (for instance, using Keith Richards as a quintessential example of someone who doesn't get laid that often), and I was even somewhat ashamed, and would frankly be on the verge of apologizing to some of you idiots, but I have learned now that--I was right. And while I like to pretend I have some high level of maturity, I assure you that, even though it's far from Halloween, y'all can come over to my place and ring the old door bell, and just be absolutely sure to get a big ol' bin of I-Told-Ya-So's (I know the apostrophe isn't perfectly apt there; but it looks like S.O.S. otherwise), cause you know you had it coming.
Oh, and in later news, I know that Noah mentioned this, but I thought it would be cute to take a moment to discreetly mention (on the internet) that Sarah Rachel Willis is an idiotic drunken whore who, frankly, wouldn't know common decency if she continously flirted and gave it a lapdance (mind you, the chances of this happening are very high, indeed).
So, sit back, and enjoy the show. Because I'm giving it my all now, baby.
Interrupting my present train of thought, I just need to interject with this little gem of the internet.
http://www.defamer.com/topic/ashlee-simpson-ipod.jpg
Oh...yes. That is just fine. Keep it coming, guys.
Anyway, I know that I used to whine (mainly stemming from an unhearty life on my part) about all the big and little things happening in my life, the big being: any bit of work I could get that payed, the latest Reel Big Fish CD, any news regarding Steve Jobs or Apple software, and of course, the most recent Lost episode; the small being: Zach's most recent lubed-up mannequin, eh-heh-heverytime that it was Noah's time of the month, and...oh I don't know...the OC. The fact of the matter is, I truly get off by pointing out all of you people's flaws. And, although that doesn't mean I am exempt from criticism (for instance, I am a vaguely racist, condescending cynic with a giant ego), I take pride in knowing I am right.
Now, I know that I used to whine...I mean, I can't even recall what in the name of 'Are You There, God? It's Me Margaret' I was thinking with some of those posts, (for instance, using Keith Richards as a quintessential example of someone who doesn't get laid that often), and I was even somewhat ashamed, and would frankly be on the verge of apologizing to some of you idiots, but I have learned now that--I was right. And while I like to pretend I have some high level of maturity, I assure you that, even though it's far from Halloween, y'all can come over to my place and ring the old door bell, and just be absolutely sure to get a big ol' bin of I-Told-Ya-So's (I know the apostrophe isn't perfectly apt there; but it looks like S.O.S. otherwise), cause you know you had it coming.
Oh, and in later news, I know that Noah mentioned this, but I thought it would be cute to take a moment to discreetly mention (on the internet) that Sarah Rachel Willis is an idiotic drunken whore who, frankly, wouldn't know common decency if she continously flirted and gave it a lapdance (mind you, the chances of this happening are very high, indeed).
So, sit back, and enjoy the show. Because I'm giving it my all now, baby.