suck me beautiful
so i have come to a few things lately that have made me think.
that old guy on the bus who is always mean to everyone. well i gave him my mx just then, and he was all nice and i think in shock that someone was being nice to him. maybe guys with anchor tattoos on their arm arnt so bad.
work is moving at a super rate.. can't wait to kick off all this training. half the time i don't know if i can disclose anything coz some random anz guy might read this and go tell his boss and get my ass fired. but alas, work is definately (y)
ok laura is in town and i appreciate her hips but that is all. i swear. oh and i like her kid, she's grown so much in just 1 year, its unbelievable.
i think im going to swear myself off girls again for the short term. i also dont get the idea of 'dating'.. i mean its basically a fucking job interview, or worse you get to someones place and its a fucking test drive ('oh baby, if you feel the abs kicking in, means you and i don't click, but if you put it in drive you can really feel my traction control'). ergh. no wonder no one can establish long term bonds with anyone anymore, we fuck each other, which psychologically fucks ourselves moreso, till we find someone who is as fucked up as us, and everything cancels itself out. what a viscious cycle. i've met some great new people in the last few months and i'm thankful for having met them, but me developing ideas that people like them would actually like someone like me? bring out julio and the guys down the street ladies coz thats who i'm playing for.. seek out your nba all star boys.
anyhoo, i am tired, and i just watched kill bill in gold class (omg once you go gold class, there is no going back omg). that fucking ending killed me :(
good thing working for large banks = 4 xmas parties in the next 3 weeks.. booyah
that old guy on the bus who is always mean to everyone. well i gave him my mx just then, and he was all nice and i think in shock that someone was being nice to him. maybe guys with anchor tattoos on their arm arnt so bad.
work is moving at a super rate.. can't wait to kick off all this training. half the time i don't know if i can disclose anything coz some random anz guy might read this and go tell his boss and get my ass fired. but alas, work is definately (y)
ok laura is in town and i appreciate her hips but that is all. i swear. oh and i like her kid, she's grown so much in just 1 year, its unbelievable.
i think im going to swear myself off girls again for the short term. i also dont get the idea of 'dating'.. i mean its basically a fucking job interview, or worse you get to someones place and its a fucking test drive ('oh baby, if you feel the abs kicking in, means you and i don't click, but if you put it in drive you can really feel my traction control'). ergh. no wonder no one can establish long term bonds with anyone anymore, we fuck each other, which psychologically fucks ourselves moreso, till we find someone who is as fucked up as us, and everything cancels itself out. what a viscious cycle. i've met some great new people in the last few months and i'm thankful for having met them, but me developing ideas that people like them would actually like someone like me? bring out julio and the guys down the street ladies coz thats who i'm playing for.. seek out your nba all star boys.
anyhoo, i am tired, and i just watched kill bill in gold class (omg once you go gold class, there is no going back omg). that fucking ending killed me :(
good thing working for large banks = 4 xmas parties in the next 3 weeks.. booyah