I fire 20 shots from a six shooter and reload when it looks cool. I'm badass like that.
Alright, leaps and strides since the 6 month imprisonment with retarded yet otherwise entertaining friends. As of right now the only things I truly lack in life are a car (which is coming when the late tax return comes in) and going back to school which I plan on accomplishing in the fall or sooner if I can help it (doubtful). I have the job I so desperately needed and then some, what with a management position at the ripe age of 22. Nothing to brag about but it's a hell of a lot better than loading bags of concrete and arguing the size of a taco with cheap asses. My apartment...well I hate using the word apartment because I've lived in them before and this is nothing like one. It's two floors and has every comfort a small house would have except for the neighborhood dog. I also live a grand total of 20 minutes away from the majority of people who cry so much about me moving off in the boondocks again. So aside from waiting an extra 10 days for a place that still has no fireplace, it's great. My closet is at least twice as large as any closet I've ever had before. So large that I've considered storing a Batsuit in the other half in case of emergencies. I have enough room to terrorize my cat and keep him in shape too, unlike my sister's fat counterpart. When I start work I'll have the income to get an actual cell phone and not the piece of shit I'm using now, so my number will /big break and doesn't give a shit who she steps on or disrespects along the way. Her only redeeming factor were nice tits. Ah who am I kidding? She probably bought those in Brazil on discouneventually change again. A change of wardrobe would be nice too.
There. That is my progress report, and there can be no further question as to the status of my life. If any of you ask me what's going on with my life, I will respond with "internet". This is the closest to happy I've been since they brought back the McRib.
Alrighty, on to the unimportant stuff. As I sit here on the floor watching a manticore rip through a bunch of innocent Iraqis and fake Army grunts, I stop in the middle of my sentence and wonder what the fuck it was I planned on typing just now. Maybe I should just comment on whatever I see on TV until it comes back to me. It's not like there's much on TV these days anyway. Playing the horror that is Smackdown vs Raw 2007 made me start watching wrestling again just to see what the fuck is going on. KFC's got some mashed potato/corn/chicken bowl that looks pretty good. Last time I ate there I shit bricks for 2 days. Delicious bricks though. This Manticore is pretty damn awesome. It starts the movie ravaging an entire cave full of people. It's not even eating them or anything, he just flies around ruining people's day. They fill it full of bullets and it goes all Wolverine on their asses and rips someone in half. OH YES IT JUST VOMIT ACID ON THE REPORTER AND ATE HER FACE CLEAN OFF! God I hated her character. The classic bitchy reporter that only cares about her promotion/awardt.
I think I'l just fuck around on the PS3 for a bit until I get bored enough to sleep. Between the Ninja Gaiden Sigma demo, Armored Core 4 and Home I've been convinced that I need a PS3 in my life. Sure I can't have sex with it but it's still a hell of a lot cheaper than a girlfriend in the long run. Laid is somewhere on my "to do" list anyway. Hey, I made a funny. Get it? Laid? To do? Cause you see that means I "do" someone. Come on guys, it wasn't that bad. I've done worse. You remember that time when
Hey. Don't you fucking walk away from me. Every word that escapes my lips and rolls off my fingertips is important. Don't you know who I am? You must not know who I am.
There. That is my progress report, and there can be no further question as to the status of my life. If any of you ask me what's going on with my life, I will respond with "internet". This is the closest to happy I've been since they brought back the McRib.
Alrighty, on to the unimportant stuff. As I sit here on the floor watching a manticore rip through a bunch of innocent Iraqis and fake Army grunts, I stop in the middle of my sentence and wonder what the fuck it was I planned on typing just now. Maybe I should just comment on whatever I see on TV until it comes back to me. It's not like there's much on TV these days anyway. Playing the horror that is Smackdown vs Raw 2007 made me start watching wrestling again just to see what the fuck is going on. KFC's got some mashed potato/corn/chicken bowl that looks pretty good. Last time I ate there I shit bricks for 2 days. Delicious bricks though. This Manticore is pretty damn awesome. It starts the movie ravaging an entire cave full of people. It's not even eating them or anything, he just flies around ruining people's day. They fill it full of bullets and it goes all Wolverine on their asses and rips someone in half. OH YES IT JUST VOMIT ACID ON THE REPORTER AND ATE HER FACE CLEAN OFF! God I hated her character. The classic bitchy reporter that only cares about her promotion/awardt.
I think I'l just fuck around on the PS3 for a bit until I get bored enough to sleep. Between the Ninja Gaiden Sigma demo, Armored Core 4 and Home I've been convinced that I need a PS3 in my life. Sure I can't have sex with it but it's still a hell of a lot cheaper than a girlfriend in the long run. Laid is somewhere on my "to do" list anyway. Hey, I made a funny. Get it? Laid? To do? Cause you see that means I "do" someone. Come on guys, it wasn't that bad. I've done worse. You remember that time when
Hey. Don't you fucking walk away from me. Every word that escapes my lips and rolls off my fingertips is important. Don't you know who I am? You must not know who I am.