Jason Mraz has my virginity....
As I sit here in my government-issued cubicle, in my government-issued chair, with the government-issued grin on my face, I am pondering about life...my life. I want to know all the answers to all the questions that remain in the dark. I want to know where I'm going, or whether or not I will get there before I die. I want to know who my baby's daddy is; hopefully, it's me. But last week something hit me and it hit me like a pimp named Chemo slaps his hoes.... real hard. In my political science class, last week, I decided to do something productive instead of the usual staring at the wall routine. I made a long list of what I wanted to accomplish in my life. I saw myself graduating from UGA with a 3.4 or better, going to Georgia Law, and becoming an Environmental Lawyer. I saw myself do great things as an environmentalist and my greatness would carry on to my political career, where I would win a Senate seat and then, after time, run for the Presidency. I know it may seem like a long shot to some, but for me, in that class, it was real. After I thought of everything I could list and exhausted every possible way of bettering myself, I realized something. Not once did I even mention a companion, a wife, a friend, or even a family. It's times like these that I think of the possibility of growing old...with myself, by myself. I don't want to die lonely. Everyday couples surround me, whether it be Aaron and Kelly, “T-Osey,” or even Wilsford and Fonz. Every time I see couples together, I envy them. I want that. WHY NOT ME? I guess I will find that special someone in the future, but what if I don't? Oh Goodness....
Here is a progressive list of things that are going through my head as I type:
Bush- What an idiot...
Girls- I hope there is one out there for me, one that can put up with my bullshit and my hairy butt. That last part was told to me by my 8-year-old sister after I mooned her and her friends.
Work- Sometimes I wonder if they even know I'm here. I'm like Harry Potter with his invisible cloak. I come in at 8 am, leave at 3pm, and the whole time I am thinking of ways to get my mind off of eating my sandwich before lunch time.
School- Perimeter makes me smile...
Guy next to me- Kinda creepy...wait, he is reading over my shoulder now. Look for more about "Creepy Guy next to me" in later entries....quite the Ninja if you ask me.
Civil Rights- Very important, but virtually useless when we are unable to prosecute under the Bush Administration. Not to mention, lack of funding.
Penis Size- Just right.... but, if I was Blake, I would get some Enzyte.
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Here is a progressive list of things that are going through my head as I type:
Bush- What an idiot...
Girls- I hope there is one out there for me, one that can put up with my bullshit and my hairy butt. That last part was told to me by my 8-year-old sister after I mooned her and her friends.
Work- Sometimes I wonder if they even know I'm here. I'm like Harry Potter with his invisible cloak. I come in at 8 am, leave at 3pm, and the whole time I am thinking of ways to get my mind off of eating my sandwich before lunch time.
School- Perimeter makes me smile...
Guy next to me- Kinda creepy...wait, he is reading over my shoulder now. Look for more about "Creepy Guy next to me" in later entries....quite the Ninja if you ask me.
Civil Rights- Very important, but virtually useless when we are unable to prosecute under the Bush Administration. Not to mention, lack of funding.
Penis Size- Just right.... but, if I was Blake, I would get some Enzyte.
This entry is funny, I am funny...if you think otherwise, join Thorndyke and the SPLOST-ing.