Hell, somewhere around 3/4 of a million would be alright too. If you don't think I need this money, then you obviously don't know me, because I've already spent it...mentally.
Behind the spoiler is a preliminary list. Click if you must.
In other news, I'm still sick. I'm going to try and get a job soon, seeing as how I've got nothing better to do and I really could use the money.
I've decided that I need a girlfriend as well. I'm taking applications for relationships, dating and random hook-ups. People that don't like penguins and Back To The Future... Read More
This whole dating thing for ya, it sounds like a plan. I think you should totally do interviews and call-backs. Or....even... a theater/TV style open casting call. Advertise in the Sunday post. That'd be cool.
Sex makes things more complicated... are you sure you are ready for that?
And I love the "monkey" video.. It's SOOOO true!!
Even though that message from my ex freaked you out - thanks for the response.. I plan to continue ignoring him like I have been.. I've already told him that we have no reason for communicating, but he's been trying to contact me once a month or so *shrugs*
Why? I can give you therapy for free without taking away your ability to make decisions while simultaneously allowing you to submit to "disease" that only exist because you believe they do now... breath... sounds good right?
Therapy aye? I, personally, say nay. It's never worth it. They tell you stuff you already know and keep you feeling crap about it to keep you coming back. No, no I'm not jaded. Heh. Actually, I've never been. I suppose the best thing to try first are your friends. Or, make a new friend and just pretend they're your therapist. Afterall, it's just someone listening to your life and giving you a good opinion on what to do and asking many probing questions. I think anyway.
Nyquil is by far the most god-awful tasting shot you can ever take when you're sick. Barring anything that you're not supposed to ingest that is.
But alas, I am sick and as much as I hate medicine, I can't miss anymore school. Not to mention that I'm going out miniature golfing tomorrow, which is something that I haven't done since I was a kid.... Read More
Congratulations on discovering the key to dating and remaining happy, instead of becoming a babbling love struck idiot. Now quit bad mouthing Nyquil it is the nectar of the gods... well actually Guinness is but Nyquil is up there.
Since my face refuses to age I think it may be wise to take advantage. My hairline however does not refuse to recede... but it works for Jack Nicholson so I'll make it work for me.
So...my phone's screen just broke. I can't text message, see missed calls or do much of anything that involves the screen.
I forgot to save a few numbers on my SIM card, so if you've given me your number (or have yet to grace me with "dem digits" and would like to take this opportunity) and would like a call from me at some point... Read More
I can't understand how I can want something so badly, but have so little drive to achieve it.
Since I was a kid, I've loved astronomy. I loved looking up at the stars and seeing the patterns and the constellations. I loved reading about how stars and galaxies and other celestial beings worked and interacted with each other. To this very day, there is nothing... Read More
Hey there mate. I am with ya on it. I was the same exact bloke in school. I'd start skipping and fuckin' up my calsses and barely graduated. My English instructor claims he flipped a coin for my passing grade or not but I don't know if I believe it . . .
Anyway, since then I've been through the same as you with college. I just can't seem to focus. I have work and girls and my personal life and alllll that other crap on my mind. It's hard to get past that's for sure. Honestly, I'm stil doing it. Still need more school. I'm brign urged and told that it's okay, everyone supports the idea, but for some unexplainable reason, I just don't give a shite. So... Welcome to the club. I know it sux but... it will work out. One day, we'll prolly both be at our respective graduation hoo-rah's talkin' with our mates about it and how hard it was. Hang in there bud, it'll be allright.
Last night was amazing. Chilled with old friends, rode kiddie rides, went swimming in my boxer briefs, got drunk and got a couple of lapdances. (Not all from women, which was...awkward to say the least. Knowing that the only thing seperating your cheek and your drunken friends cock is a pair of jeans and chlorine soaked boxers is something that I never had to think... Read More
Oh my. Well. I suppose, if needed.... Wait wait. Until there's a girl here without pants I'd feel odd. I may stil feel odd then too if you're looking for total honesty.
Now that I think on it, I'll just keep my pants on.
I decided against the ritualistic suicide because it would be cowardly and disgrace my masters honor.
Good luck with the experiment. As it turns out my own body processes food differently and often changes without warning. I play roulette ever time I eat.
I just wanted to thank everyone for thier kind words and support.
My grandmother went under the knife today (well, Wednesday) and will be undergoing chemo soon after. I can only hope that that makes her better.
I finally got around to writing my narrative essay, which I just finished and I think is total crap, but atleast it's done. The great thing is that... Read More
Hope you're havin' a great week mate!