Things that are sucky.
I was going to write a depressive rant on the whole love thing (seeing as it's bullshit and is a great drain on my life) but ya know what? Fuck that. Let's make this happy!
So my condo is looking better by the moment. People who know me are likely going to taunt me about how gayified it looks, but I like it better this way. It makes me feel special....and oh, I AM so special. Damn right Billy. So yes, it looks nice, feels nice, and gives a sense of womanness. And since I think the great majority of those menfolk are just flat out stupid and cause all the problems in our world (thanks for fucking it up, assholes!) it is quite a good thing.
I played Cranium with Jessica and her friends last night. If you know the game, isn't it smurfy?! If you don't....well, I guess that means you don't, doesn't it? So here we are broken into three teams with two a team, and I forget the name of the woman I am with. My bad. But we rocked! Anyway, I got stuck acting out John Wayne and Elvis Presley, which was interesting. It was also interesting when she had to draw the phrase "Dropping like Flies" and I shout out "Downs Syndrome!"....I think I was wrong. The other team got it right when I realized what it was. It was all fun though, I'm getting along with everyone fine. Jessica has made it her goal to help me off cigarettes. It won't last: I had about ten yesterday, and took three or four in a row and hit them really hard (menthols can hurt if you take long hits!) and I want more.
I nearly died playing DDR yesterday. A bunch of high schoolers were watching, and I almost went flying. I have had the same boot-shoe things for six years, and yesterday I bought them again since the old ones have no bottoms at all to them. Well you just can't play DDR so well in those, I kept getting caught and shit. I did almost pass Tsugaru on a 9, though. The jury is still out on whether I like them or not. I'm not used to having bottoms, so they get in my way. Crystal-san pointed out that if we didn't smoke so much, we'd rock. However, until I have a valid reason to stop again, I'm gonna do it and enjoy my lung cancer, damn it.
Someone I've had a rough history with contacted me last night. Perhaps before, I signed on Yahoo messenger and had an offline message. I dunno what to do about it: I want to forgive them, ignore all the shit and move on. People I asked for advice don't think it'd be wise of me (since I HAVE done that with other people, it just fucks me over again). So I dunno what the fuck to do. I really have stopped caring about most of my shit in the past, mostly because I just don't want to deal with it. I dunno, if they contact me maybe I'll be fine with it, but if not I'll just leave it as is. If people wanna talk to me they can, I just don't make any efforts. That's just the asshole I am :). And you all fuckin' LOVE me for it. :p
So my condo is looking better by the moment. People who know me are likely going to taunt me about how gayified it looks, but I like it better this way. It makes me feel special....and oh, I AM so special. Damn right Billy. So yes, it looks nice, feels nice, and gives a sense of womanness. And since I think the great majority of those menfolk are just flat out stupid and cause all the problems in our world (thanks for fucking it up, assholes!) it is quite a good thing.
I played Cranium with Jessica and her friends last night. If you know the game, isn't it smurfy?! If you don't....well, I guess that means you don't, doesn't it? So here we are broken into three teams with two a team, and I forget the name of the woman I am with. My bad. But we rocked! Anyway, I got stuck acting out John Wayne and Elvis Presley, which was interesting. It was also interesting when she had to draw the phrase "Dropping like Flies" and I shout out "Downs Syndrome!"....I think I was wrong. The other team got it right when I realized what it was. It was all fun though, I'm getting along with everyone fine. Jessica has made it her goal to help me off cigarettes. It won't last: I had about ten yesterday, and took three or four in a row and hit them really hard (menthols can hurt if you take long hits!) and I want more.
I nearly died playing DDR yesterday. A bunch of high schoolers were watching, and I almost went flying. I have had the same boot-shoe things for six years, and yesterday I bought them again since the old ones have no bottoms at all to them. Well you just can't play DDR so well in those, I kept getting caught and shit. I did almost pass Tsugaru on a 9, though. The jury is still out on whether I like them or not. I'm not used to having bottoms, so they get in my way. Crystal-san pointed out that if we didn't smoke so much, we'd rock. However, until I have a valid reason to stop again, I'm gonna do it and enjoy my lung cancer, damn it.
Someone I've had a rough history with contacted me last night. Perhaps before, I signed on Yahoo messenger and had an offline message. I dunno what to do about it: I want to forgive them, ignore all the shit and move on. People I asked for advice don't think it'd be wise of me (since I HAVE done that with other people, it just fucks me over again). So I dunno what the fuck to do. I really have stopped caring about most of my shit in the past, mostly because I just don't want to deal with it. I dunno, if they contact me maybe I'll be fine with it, but if not I'll just leave it as is. If people wanna talk to me they can, I just don't make any efforts. That's just the asshole I am :). And you all fuckin' LOVE me for it. :p