Wow, well, go figure. The one weekend where I've got an endless line of options in terms of things to do, and all I want to do is sit on my ass in my room and get on line/sleep. There must be something seriously, horribly wrong with the universe.
Or maybe I'm just the sort of person who feeds off of their own bitching.
Honestly, I have virtually no excuse to complain that my friends don't like going out and doing stuff anymore after tonight, as I sit here and type in my little blog while they go out and do the shit that I'm constantly trying to drag them out of their apartments to do. Honestly, the only things keeping me from doing the same are a sore back, a bad case of heartburn, and general apathy. So this would appear to be poetic justice reserved for we few assholes who talk a big game, but just can't deliver.
Well, fuck. Guess I really am that big an asshole.
Or maybe I'm just the sort of person who feeds off of their own bitching.
Honestly, I have virtually no excuse to complain that my friends don't like going out and doing stuff anymore after tonight, as I sit here and type in my little blog while they go out and do the shit that I'm constantly trying to drag them out of their apartments to do. Honestly, the only things keeping me from doing the same are a sore back, a bad case of heartburn, and general apathy. So this would appear to be poetic justice reserved for we few assholes who talk a big game, but just can't deliver.
Well, fuck. Guess I really am that big an asshole.
or be assholes
lol
:p
sometimes ya just dont feel it ya know?