AH POOPED MAHSELF
Dear everybody,
Here's a small update on the Josh situation. I'm hanging out at college and doing the same things I've done for four years: drink and sit and pick my nose. This could be considered bad because this is my last week of classes. I don't have a job or a house yet. I am literally homeless in two weeks. I plan to take up the banjo.
Could you please find it in your heart to give me somewhere to stay when I graduate? At least until this ol' drifter gets on his feet? Thanks.
I wanted to make a post about how this past weekend me and Jess and Sean went to the Devil's Marbleyard. It is a hunk of mountain haunted by Satan himself. Each cold white boulder screamed eternal torments at us as we heaved ourselves towards heaven, only to be damned for all eternity by God for our impudence. How dare we try and reach the sky?
In other news, at work I laughed for seventeen minutes, loudly and with tears, at the following:
THE SCENE: Ben is calling to check in, leaving a message for his mother for the third time in just a few hours.
BEN: Okay, sorry for calling so much, I just--
NICK: "--have a raging oedipal complex."
BEN: What? Heh, I just, uh, have a raging edible complex. *hangs up*
NICK: OH MY GOD, I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU JUST SAID THAT.
BEN: What? What's an edible complex?
NICK: It's oedipal complex. It-- it means you want to have sex with your mom.
BEN: YOU SON OF A BITCH, I-- AHH. *quickly redials mother.* I DON'T HAVE AN OEDIPAL COMPLEX MOM, NICK IS AN ASSHOLE. I DON'T WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU.
(taken from http://azwp.net)
Here's a small update on the Josh situation. I'm hanging out at college and doing the same things I've done for four years: drink and sit and pick my nose. This could be considered bad because this is my last week of classes. I don't have a job or a house yet. I am literally homeless in two weeks. I plan to take up the banjo.
Could you please find it in your heart to give me somewhere to stay when I graduate? At least until this ol' drifter gets on his feet? Thanks.
I wanted to make a post about how this past weekend me and Jess and Sean went to the Devil's Marbleyard. It is a hunk of mountain haunted by Satan himself. Each cold white boulder screamed eternal torments at us as we heaved ourselves towards heaven, only to be damned for all eternity by God for our impudence. How dare we try and reach the sky?
In other news, at work I laughed for seventeen minutes, loudly and with tears, at the following:
THE SCENE: Ben is calling to check in, leaving a message for his mother for the third time in just a few hours.
BEN: Okay, sorry for calling so much, I just--
NICK: "--have a raging oedipal complex."
BEN: What? Heh, I just, uh, have a raging edible complex. *hangs up*
NICK: OH MY GOD, I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU JUST SAID THAT.
BEN: What? What's an edible complex?
NICK: It's oedipal complex. It-- it means you want to have sex with your mom.
BEN: YOU SON OF A BITCH, I-- AHH. *quickly redials mother.* I DON'T HAVE AN OEDIPAL COMPLEX MOM, NICK IS AN ASSHOLE. I DON'T WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU.
(taken from http://azwp.net)