I'm done! The final final was a fucking breeze...
I had a dream last night that I was hanging out with Toby Keith (the country music singer) and he was a really insecure nervous kind of guy. For the whole dream, I was stressing because there were all these papers due that I hadn't even started. I REALLY hope I'm not going to have procrastination guilt dreams for the next month. It's OVER! Get over it, Goob! haha
I'm at school and there's my naked picture right there
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hahaha... I wonder what the folks behind me think.
This weekend is gonna ROCK. But there's only a mere week before xmas and I have no $ for presents, let alone hangin out and drinking. Luckily I get paid a small check tonight and a bigger one on Wednesday. Somewhere I have to find cash to bring to Alaska, also.
Word has it my Grandpa's dying. So I'm going to make the extra effort to visit him the couple days after christmas with my family, even though it's financial disaster to take off work and spend gas money to drive to New York. Priorities, man!
Hmmm other than that... I've pretty much convinced Ray to go see "the Homo Movie" with me, as he calls it. He pretends like it's just cuz he loves me and wants to do what I want to do... but secretly I think he's curious.
There was an awesome review someone posted... let me find the link... Here it is.
Wanna know a crazy Myspace connection? You know how you always get those, "Hey, remember me?" friend requests? Well I just got one from a girl named Karen. I was JUST talking about her yesterday and now here she is messaging me. Fucking bizzare. See, I used to hook up with her ex, Jay. It's a long crazy story. Jay dated like 3 different girls and cheated on all of them with all the others and knocked up Karen in the process, all kinds of drama. So all the girls left him and I picked him up on the side for hand-job practice. I never had sex with him, but you can blame my crazyawesome handjob skills on him. So anyway, the day after Karen had the baby, I went with Jay to visit them in the hospital. I was holding the baby and all the grandparents wanted to know how I knew the parents. "Oh, I just play with the Daddy's penis." What a fucked up story! I stopped hanging out with them after that.
I'm not sure whether to accept her request or not.
Maybe the reason I get so many of these blast-from-the-past messages is cuz my name is so memorable and easy to find. There's not many Goobs out there, and the other Goobs I've heard of don't have the boobs. (they're usually guys or dogs.)
I had a dream last night that I was hanging out with Toby Keith (the country music singer) and he was a really insecure nervous kind of guy. For the whole dream, I was stressing because there were all these papers due that I hadn't even started. I REALLY hope I'm not going to have procrastination guilt dreams for the next month. It's OVER! Get over it, Goob! haha
I'm at school and there's my naked picture right there
<---
hahaha... I wonder what the folks behind me think.
This weekend is gonna ROCK. But there's only a mere week before xmas and I have no $ for presents, let alone hangin out and drinking. Luckily I get paid a small check tonight and a bigger one on Wednesday. Somewhere I have to find cash to bring to Alaska, also.
Word has it my Grandpa's dying. So I'm going to make the extra effort to visit him the couple days after christmas with my family, even though it's financial disaster to take off work and spend gas money to drive to New York. Priorities, man!
Hmmm other than that... I've pretty much convinced Ray to go see "the Homo Movie" with me, as he calls it. He pretends like it's just cuz he loves me and wants to do what I want to do... but secretly I think he's curious.
There was an awesome review someone posted... let me find the link... Here it is.
Wanna know a crazy Myspace connection? You know how you always get those, "Hey, remember me?" friend requests? Well I just got one from a girl named Karen. I was JUST talking about her yesterday and now here she is messaging me. Fucking bizzare. See, I used to hook up with her ex, Jay. It's a long crazy story. Jay dated like 3 different girls and cheated on all of them with all the others and knocked up Karen in the process, all kinds of drama. So all the girls left him and I picked him up on the side for hand-job practice. I never had sex with him, but you can blame my crazyawesome handjob skills on him. So anyway, the day after Karen had the baby, I went with Jay to visit them in the hospital. I was holding the baby and all the grandparents wanted to know how I knew the parents. "Oh, I just play with the Daddy's penis."
What a fucked up story! I stopped hanging out with them after that.
I'm not sure whether to accept her request or not.
Maybe the reason I get so many of these blast-from-the-past messages is cuz my name is so memorable and easy to find. There's not many Goobs out there, and the other Goobs I've heard of don't have the boobs. (they're usually guys or dogs.)
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zolta:
in the voyers group
hrlyquinn:
No, I'd rather he be at my house so I can watch him, cut him off when necessary, and keep my parents from catching him. He can puke at my other brother's house. It's a shit hole anyway.