Wow buddy-dudes and lovely dudettes... I'm fucking sorry! I love you all so much and you all rock my box so hard and whatnot, and I've been neglecting the shit out of you all. I have just been mondo busy-extreme to the max. But also in said mondo busy-extreme to the max, incorporated within is super-ultra-fun-giga-deluxe. I've been really busy.
Actually... As I type that. "I've been really busy", some alarms are going off. They're alerting me to analyze and evaluate my situation. If Emily were here she'd say "Christoph, evaluate your situation." And as soon as you'd say one syllable in response she'd get "all up in yo grill" and scream, really loudly "SITUATION CRITICAL!"
I guess all this unemployment and friends and band-stuff and whatnot has got me exceptionally unmotivated. It consumes so much of my time and is generally free or really cheap, so I indulge. Who really wants to slave 9-5 anyhow?
Not I.
"Money don't make no man of me."
So I have just been rotting in irresponsibilty and loving it. Fuck it. Tomorrow, I make an effort to edit my resume and get applications, and then coming up, I will dish them out in unison.
I've been eating once a day lately. And I'm at an all-time (post-12) thin (before I was sick, as of late). I like my body.
Not that I didn't before. It's just a lot more comfortable lately. Hehe.
Thanks for all the fucking BIRTHDAY WISHES you douches! I didn't get ONE! And if I did, I forgot about it! Oh well, I was too busy getting fed and rad the whole time to notice anyhow. But it woulda been nice to come back to "Happy Birthday, Fuckface!" or something.
I don't mind.
In 7 days, a lovely or two (sometimes six
) took me out for 6 dinners and 3 breakfasts. It was rad.
Some good stories too.
Next entry, I will tell you all the tall tales and give you pretty, pretty pictures and videos. I promise! It's going to be a bandwidth-overload of pretty and fun things! You got my word!
Take care lovelies and raddies. Catch you on the flipside. 
Actually... As I type that. "I've been really busy", some alarms are going off. They're alerting me to analyze and evaluate my situation. If Emily were here she'd say "Christoph, evaluate your situation." And as soon as you'd say one syllable in response she'd get "all up in yo grill" and scream, really loudly "SITUATION CRITICAL!"
I guess all this unemployment and friends and band-stuff and whatnot has got me exceptionally unmotivated. It consumes so much of my time and is generally free or really cheap, so I indulge. Who really wants to slave 9-5 anyhow?
Not I.
"Money don't make no man of me."
So I have just been rotting in irresponsibilty and loving it. Fuck it. Tomorrow, I make an effort to edit my resume and get applications, and then coming up, I will dish them out in unison.
I've been eating once a day lately. And I'm at an all-time (post-12) thin (before I was sick, as of late). I like my body.
Not that I didn't before. It's just a lot more comfortable lately. Hehe.
Thanks for all the fucking BIRTHDAY WISHES you douches! I didn't get ONE! And if I did, I forgot about it! Oh well, I was too busy getting fed and rad the whole time to notice anyhow. But it woulda been nice to come back to "Happy Birthday, Fuckface!" or something.
I don't mind.
In 7 days, a lovely or two (sometimes six
) took me out for 6 dinners and 3 breakfasts. It was rad.
Some good stories too.
Next entry, I will tell you all the tall tales and give you pretty, pretty pictures and videos. I promise! It's going to be a bandwidth-overload of pretty and fun things! You got my word!
Take care lovelies and raddies. Catch you on the flipside. VIEW 25 of 28 COMMENTS
luciefurr:
Happy Holidays!!!
pinkpunk13:
stop seeing a child.I almost stopped talking to you because of it,you don't want that I'd assume.