Time to blog. So I feel like bragging, I have a new girlfriend. Freakin' weird how this all transpired...I've know the girl since I was in sixth grade and she was in fifth. Come to find out several months ago she is now great friends with one of my best friends, unfortunately they met in their respective frat and sorority (garbage).
Anywho, I hadn't seen my buddy in a while due to school and work schedules, and when we finally get back to hangin' out, up walks Melissa (the new girlfriend). Weeks pass and we all are hangin' out together havin' a grand ole time, and low and behold, it comes to my attention that Melissa had a crush on me in the 5th/6th grade era. Not only that, but she still has the same crush she did so many years ago.
So now, that was one hell of an ego boost, and I'm feeling really good about myself. This is such an alien feeling. I'm a little giddy and tweeked. It's quite a rush to think that I had that sort of influence on a person. I mean people still remember me from the 5th/6th grade and earlier eras, but this is the first time I've seen someone from back in the day that doesn't want me dead or dying. Apparently I'm a walking rumor machine.
Fuck it. Fuck you, fuck me, fuck us. The fact still remains that I suck, but that's cool, because you suck too.
Good night.
Anywho, I hadn't seen my buddy in a while due to school and work schedules, and when we finally get back to hangin' out, up walks Melissa (the new girlfriend). Weeks pass and we all are hangin' out together havin' a grand ole time, and low and behold, it comes to my attention that Melissa had a crush on me in the 5th/6th grade era. Not only that, but she still has the same crush she did so many years ago.
So now, that was one hell of an ego boost, and I'm feeling really good about myself. This is such an alien feeling. I'm a little giddy and tweeked. It's quite a rush to think that I had that sort of influence on a person. I mean people still remember me from the 5th/6th grade and earlier eras, but this is the first time I've seen someone from back in the day that doesn't want me dead or dying. Apparently I'm a walking rumor machine.
Fuck it. Fuck you, fuck me, fuck us. The fact still remains that I suck, but that's cool, because you suck too.
Good night.