The path to salvation and vacation awaits, we're marchin' down these broadway streets tonight.
And just when you thought it was over, a new entry is posted.
It's gotta have been like a month since I've posted on this thing. That's gotta be a record for me. I rock. Er, wait, I dunno whether that's good, bad, or neuter. Hmmmm. We'll go with the third one given that it's not used in the proper context... it might not even be a word. (It's fun to make up words!)
So I've spend the last 2 weeks after work watching TV, playing video games and watching Scrubs. Mostly Scrubs, in fact I think I'll go do that when I'm done with this. In any event, that's what happens when you get mono. I dunno how I got it, but seeing as how I like to blame Brian for everything bad that's ever happened such as but not limited to boy bands, the Spice Girls, the concept of Nuclear Winter, my miscapitalizing nouns that are not proper nouns, the death of the horse that played Mr.Ed, deep sea creatures, clowns - definitely fucking clowns - God damned bastards, lack of world peace, my inability to hold any self confidence, MSU's football team losing to UofM as often as it does, days when bad coffee is brewed, whenever my pen runs out of ink, those times at night when being under the blankets makes you too hot but being over them makes you too cold, the fact that I've only ever met like 2 red heads in my life if that, Pandora's ability to knock shit off the counter and then laugh at me, yellow lights, the fact that Flogging Molly hasn't been here since summer, my drinking, how white I am, whenever I have to talk to a Republican that happens to be closed minded (mind you I'm not saying they're all like that), the letter 'M', nights when I miss a good harvest moon, tomatos and finally mortality. Again in no way is this list exhaustive.
So I spent the weekend with Tim and Eriko, and that was cool. I enjoyed hanging out with them, of course, I always do, but for some reason yesterday I was feeling really crappy. I wasn't sure why, but it was almost like an angry mood. And that's weird, cause how can anyone be in a bad mood when they're with Tim and Eriko? No, seriously, I just don't know. I mean I think it's physically impossible, cause they're both just so happy and cheerful and...well trophies! How could you be in a bad mood when you're around 2 giant trophies? I just don't know. I was pissed at myself about something, but I didn't know what. Anyhow I ended up realizing that I'm still lonely, and I thought I was over that. Anyhow I finally hit the gym today for the first time in 2 weeks and that finally kicked me back into a good mood. When I stop working out for a while I really forget how much I need it to keep me in a good mood. Anyhow I'm back to normal now, so that's good. Now to shed these pounds. (OH MERCY!)
Yaaaaa that's all she wrote,
Slainte'
It's gotta have been like a month since I've posted on this thing. That's gotta be a record for me. I rock. Er, wait, I dunno whether that's good, bad, or neuter. Hmmmm. We'll go with the third one given that it's not used in the proper context... it might not even be a word. (It's fun to make up words!)
So I've spend the last 2 weeks after work watching TV, playing video games and watching Scrubs. Mostly Scrubs, in fact I think I'll go do that when I'm done with this. In any event, that's what happens when you get mono. I dunno how I got it, but seeing as how I like to blame Brian for everything bad that's ever happened such as but not limited to boy bands, the Spice Girls, the concept of Nuclear Winter, my miscapitalizing nouns that are not proper nouns, the death of the horse that played Mr.Ed, deep sea creatures, clowns - definitely fucking clowns - God damned bastards, lack of world peace, my inability to hold any self confidence, MSU's football team losing to UofM as often as it does, days when bad coffee is brewed, whenever my pen runs out of ink, those times at night when being under the blankets makes you too hot but being over them makes you too cold, the fact that I've only ever met like 2 red heads in my life if that, Pandora's ability to knock shit off the counter and then laugh at me, yellow lights, the fact that Flogging Molly hasn't been here since summer, my drinking, how white I am, whenever I have to talk to a Republican that happens to be closed minded (mind you I'm not saying they're all like that), the letter 'M', nights when I miss a good harvest moon, tomatos and finally mortality. Again in no way is this list exhaustive.
So I spent the weekend with Tim and Eriko, and that was cool. I enjoyed hanging out with them, of course, I always do, but for some reason yesterday I was feeling really crappy. I wasn't sure why, but it was almost like an angry mood. And that's weird, cause how can anyone be in a bad mood when they're with Tim and Eriko? No, seriously, I just don't know. I mean I think it's physically impossible, cause they're both just so happy and cheerful and...well trophies! How could you be in a bad mood when you're around 2 giant trophies? I just don't know. I was pissed at myself about something, but I didn't know what. Anyhow I ended up realizing that I'm still lonely, and I thought I was over that. Anyhow I finally hit the gym today for the first time in 2 weeks and that finally kicked me back into a good mood. When I stop working out for a while I really forget how much I need it to keep me in a good mood. Anyhow I'm back to normal now, so that's good. Now to shed these pounds. (OH MERCY!)
Yaaaaa that's all she wrote,
Slainte'