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Ah, it's been a while since I forced myself to write an entry. First off I would just like to mention that Family Guy (the older episodes) are extremely funny and they bring me joy.
On another sidenote, and believe me I feel that in no way is this successfully segued, this guy named Robert just came over at 1:10 in the morning asking for an aspirin. I still feel awkward from this encounter and may God have mercy on my soul. Then again if I explore this farther, I realize that I don't actually believe in God and basically I'm just wasting my time even listening to what George Bush has to say...
Yesterday I was thinking why they call getting a dog spaded, getting "fixed". After further analysis I realized that anything that constantly bleeds must be broken, hence it needs to get that checked out....
That one was for Joey...
Last week I got out of the house on multiple adventures to try and get my check from the old house, but it seems that a whole bunch of obscure "6 Million Dollar Man" references got in my way. [I'm too lazy to write down specifics.] Putting all that aside, I bought a crap load of books for about $12 at Half Priced Books. That place kicks so much ass, you have no idea. I also bought a few shirts at Goodwill which really made my day. I previously only owned about 3-4 shirts that actually fit me, so now I have variety. Now all I have to do is get some pants. The ones I've been wearing recently have too much ass area. It's really weird, I mean they are normal pants for the most part except for the ass. It basically looks like I crapped my pants all the time, well except for maybe the whole stinky brown stain. That isn't really ever there... for the most part... Fine, it happened once, but only because I was drunk and God wanted me to fail at life because I just happened to be with a women... Forget I said anything...
Speaking of being drunk, on Thursday I went with my friend Mike out to find a place that we could officially call our bar drinking type area. I must say that it's hard finding an official anything. Certain criteria had to be met. Good atmosphere, low prices, easy to get to... We tried this place called something with the word Saloon in it. It was decent. The beer was just a tad to pricey, but not bad. Crappy music was played so that didn't help the place out, and I didn't really see any hot girls. The next place was some place on Airport, and it was kind of... weird. Mainly just a bunch of old people that really need to go back to high school. Man, I'm funny... I just owned those guys. The bad thing about that place was the fact that they have a minimum spending limit for credit cards. Good ol' Jager help us out on that, but after that and all the beer, it served to make us just a tad on the drunken side. The beer was strong with this one...
When Mike and I got back to the apartment, the girls were hanging up decorations and I just thought it was funny that I was drunk and no one was the wiser. Of course after this there is a chance that they'll know this and it will no longer be funny solely to me. Damn...
On another sidenote, and believe me I feel that in no way is this successfully segued, this guy named Robert just came over at 1:10 in the morning asking for an aspirin. I still feel awkward from this encounter and may God have mercy on my soul. Then again if I explore this farther, I realize that I don't actually believe in God and basically I'm just wasting my time even listening to what George Bush has to say...
Yesterday I was thinking why they call getting a dog spaded, getting "fixed". After further analysis I realized that anything that constantly bleeds must be broken, hence it needs to get that checked out....
That one was for Joey...
Last week I got out of the house on multiple adventures to try and get my check from the old house, but it seems that a whole bunch of obscure "6 Million Dollar Man" references got in my way. [I'm too lazy to write down specifics.] Putting all that aside, I bought a crap load of books for about $12 at Half Priced Books. That place kicks so much ass, you have no idea. I also bought a few shirts at Goodwill which really made my day. I previously only owned about 3-4 shirts that actually fit me, so now I have variety. Now all I have to do is get some pants. The ones I've been wearing recently have too much ass area. It's really weird, I mean they are normal pants for the most part except for the ass. It basically looks like I crapped my pants all the time, well except for maybe the whole stinky brown stain. That isn't really ever there... for the most part... Fine, it happened once, but only because I was drunk and God wanted me to fail at life because I just happened to be with a women... Forget I said anything...
Speaking of being drunk, on Thursday I went with my friend Mike out to find a place that we could officially call our bar drinking type area. I must say that it's hard finding an official anything. Certain criteria had to be met. Good atmosphere, low prices, easy to get to... We tried this place called something with the word Saloon in it. It was decent. The beer was just a tad to pricey, but not bad. Crappy music was played so that didn't help the place out, and I didn't really see any hot girls. The next place was some place on Airport, and it was kind of... weird. Mainly just a bunch of old people that really need to go back to high school. Man, I'm funny... I just owned those guys. The bad thing about that place was the fact that they have a minimum spending limit for credit cards. Good ol' Jager help us out on that, but after that and all the beer, it served to make us just a tad on the drunken side. The beer was strong with this one...
When Mike and I got back to the apartment, the girls were hanging up decorations and I just thought it was funny that I was drunk and no one was the wiser. Of course after this there is a chance that they'll know this and it will no longer be funny solely to me. Damn...