So, like...when I meet a girl, and there seems to be a mutual interest, and she gives me her number before I even ask, then begs me to come see her a few days later and comes home with me that night, then all up and decides that she's not interested, why the fuck can she tell one of my closest friends, but not GODDAMN FUCKING TELL ME?! I sure as shit tell people what I really think about them.
I dun get it.
Ah well, I'm doomed to eternal singleness anyway, I've already accepted that fact.
I really need a new user pic. Sad thing is, thats one of the best pictures of me ever. But my new glasses are so much more....not humoungous. I mean damn, if I were Superman and could fly and survive in outer space and shit, I could take one of the lenses off those fuckers, fly into space, and focus the suns rays through it and fry all you puny humans like so many ants on the sidewalk under a magnifying glass.
Ewww...I went back to Psycho Tattoo the other day to have my labret checked out because there was some swelling on the inside of my lip, and the girl said it was just a callous. A few days later, the ball fell of the end of the thing, and I lost it, and I discovered it fell apart by chomping down on the barbell right nicely. So I had to buy another, and when I put that thing in, I had to wriggle it around that swelling, and I popped it by accident (obviously not a callous then, yay), and it was all bloody and hurt like hell. But now the swelling is gone. So um...I have no idea what it was. But its gone now, so I dont care.
My sister is bringing me a promo poster from her job for the new Weezer album!
The gym near here called me and said I won a drawing for a free membership, but I don't recall ever entering any drawing.
Are they trying to tell me something? *pokes love handles*
Shower time now, I'm sure you folks can smell me through the monitor.
Edity: Damn I do some stupid shit. There was a cup on my desk from Planet Smoothie that had some remnants in it that are actually kind of old.
There were gnats on top, so I thought to myself "I'm gonna smarsh them there gnats, yee haw" (Thats my Georgia raising right there y'all) Never thinking that a downard gnat smashing motion would bust open a styrofoam cup... 
So then some old ass leftover Planet Smoothie former yumness went everywhere, and damn, that stuff has some stank to it. Then when I was trying to clean it up, some got in my keyboard. So now I have a stinky keyboard that will probably short out or something. 
Thus making this the smelliest journal entry of mine ever, between me and the smoothie.
Edityv2.0: Ya know what? All that reminds me. Man did I ever have to take a crap at work today! And the port-o-potty was out of T.P., so the panic set in. Luckily, I remembered there being T.P. in the open house just a few houses down from the one we were working at. This is a nice ass neighborhood, the houses start at $600,000, and there a couple in the meeeelions. Lo and behold, the toilet paper was still there, I was in luck! So after business was taken care of, I wash my hands and start heading back to my work site, but there was a family being shown the house! I tried to sneak out, all the time thinking, "HA! You're thinking about buying this $600k+ house, and I just took a HUGE crap while you were looking at it! And look at me, I'm all sweaty and dirty from work, HA HA!" But as I'm trying to sneak out, the guy sees me, I wonder if he thought "Hmm, it seems as if that homeless looking filthy midget was pooping in my house..."
I have no class whatsoever!
Edity v3.0: ALSO! I forgot to mention, when I was cleaning up the Smoothie mess from my keyboard, Limewire was open, and just the random numbers and stuff from the numerical keypad STILL brought up porno in the 3 searches that opened with total babble in the search keywords.
I dun get it.
Ah well, I'm doomed to eternal singleness anyway, I've already accepted that fact.
I really need a new user pic. Sad thing is, thats one of the best pictures of me ever. But my new glasses are so much more....not humoungous. I mean damn, if I were Superman and could fly and survive in outer space and shit, I could take one of the lenses off those fuckers, fly into space, and focus the suns rays through it and fry all you puny humans like so many ants on the sidewalk under a magnifying glass.
Ewww...I went back to Psycho Tattoo the other day to have my labret checked out because there was some swelling on the inside of my lip, and the girl said it was just a callous. A few days later, the ball fell of the end of the thing, and I lost it, and I discovered it fell apart by chomping down on the barbell right nicely. So I had to buy another, and when I put that thing in, I had to wriggle it around that swelling, and I popped it by accident (obviously not a callous then, yay), and it was all bloody and hurt like hell. But now the swelling is gone. So um...I have no idea what it was. But its gone now, so I dont care.
My sister is bringing me a promo poster from her job for the new Weezer album!
The gym near here called me and said I won a drawing for a free membership, but I don't recall ever entering any drawing.
Are they trying to tell me something? *pokes love handles*
Shower time now, I'm sure you folks can smell me through the monitor.
Edity: Damn I do some stupid shit. There was a cup on my desk from Planet Smoothie that had some remnants in it that are actually kind of old.
There were gnats on top, so I thought to myself "I'm gonna smarsh them there gnats, yee haw" (Thats my Georgia raising right there y'all) Never thinking that a downard gnat smashing motion would bust open a styrofoam cup... So then some old ass leftover Planet Smoothie former yumness went everywhere, and damn, that stuff has some stank to it. Then when I was trying to clean it up, some got in my keyboard. So now I have a stinky keyboard that will probably short out or something. Thus making this the smelliest journal entry of mine ever, between me and the smoothie.
Edityv2.0: Ya know what? All that reminds me. Man did I ever have to take a crap at work today! And the port-o-potty was out of T.P., so the panic set in. Luckily, I remembered there being T.P. in the open house just a few houses down from the one we were working at. This is a nice ass neighborhood, the houses start at $600,000, and there a couple in the meeeelions. Lo and behold, the toilet paper was still there, I was in luck! So after business was taken care of, I wash my hands and start heading back to my work site, but there was a family being shown the house! I tried to sneak out, all the time thinking, "HA! You're thinking about buying this $600k+ house, and I just took a HUGE crap while you were looking at it! And look at me, I'm all sweaty and dirty from work, HA HA!" But as I'm trying to sneak out, the guy sees me, I wonder if he thought "Hmm, it seems as if that homeless looking filthy midget was pooping in my house..."
I have no class whatsoever!
Edity v3.0: ALSO! I forgot to mention, when I was cleaning up the Smoothie mess from my keyboard, Limewire was open, and just the random numbers and stuff from the numerical keypad STILL brought up porno in the 3 searches that opened with total babble in the search keywords.
next time you take a poop in a $600k house make sure it smells real bad. That will show them!!