Moving life forward, six inches at a time.
Still no word on the trial verdict, but I'm sure The Man is going to see me lose. In the meantime I'm looking life in the eye and sighing hot painful sighs of frustration at what I see.
My friend Jason is getting married after a relatively whirlwind romance--in fact, they were engaged before they were seeing each other. Religious thing--after all, God ordains who we're supposed to meet and even though predestination doesn't exist, they were predestined to marry. What a bunch of hypocrites. I hardly go to my (much more sensible) church anymore because I'm so frustrated with these idiots' evangelical blindness.
Jason's batchelor party is tomorrow night. The big plans involve Laser Tag followed by a rip-roaring Halo throwdown.
FUCK BEANS. What a sad, pathetic little band. I will be bringing alcohol. If I didn't KNOW there was going to be a 14-yr old kid there, I'd be bringing a stripper. I might anyway. I can only hope that, at some point between tomorrow and his wedding two weeks later, we can steal the poor man away and give him what he really deserves--sweaty boobs and drunken vomiting. It's a sin, but one I take part in. It's a ritual. It's a coming-of-age, rite-of-passage, red-blooded American thing you HAVE to do!
I'm starting to look for an apartment. The first one I went to would require me to room with a guy. He's a bit of a nerd, mostly gamer so I can live with that, but still a bit of this new Evangelist shit. And I REALLY want my own place. So I'm hesitant. But the apartment is SO gorgeous, already furnished, and really pretty affordable.
I looked at another place today. The mom of a guy who works for my dad runs an apartment complex and she had an opening. It's a pile. Beaten up, only one cable outlet, only one PHONE outlet . . . relatively nice appliances though, and it would be all mine. I'd definitely be glad I'm a gun owner in the neighborhood though.
Kidding. I'm a collector. I don't own a gun to "defend myself" or any other made up bullshit like that. It's not an empowerment issue.
Regardless, I'm not pleased with that place but it WOULD be mine all mine. And right now, ideally, I want two-bedroom w/garage MINE ALL MINE. Nobody bitching at me about parties (I can understand, of course, that noise will be an issue), nobody complaining if I call in sick or if I'm rattling the headboards with some pretty young thing . . . I just don't want anyone . . . anyone at all.
More to come on that, though.
Still no word on the trial verdict, but I'm sure The Man is going to see me lose. In the meantime I'm looking life in the eye and sighing hot painful sighs of frustration at what I see.
My friend Jason is getting married after a relatively whirlwind romance--in fact, they were engaged before they were seeing each other. Religious thing--after all, God ordains who we're supposed to meet and even though predestination doesn't exist, they were predestined to marry. What a bunch of hypocrites. I hardly go to my (much more sensible) church anymore because I'm so frustrated with these idiots' evangelical blindness.
Jason's batchelor party is tomorrow night. The big plans involve Laser Tag followed by a rip-roaring Halo throwdown.
FUCK BEANS. What a sad, pathetic little band. I will be bringing alcohol. If I didn't KNOW there was going to be a 14-yr old kid there, I'd be bringing a stripper. I might anyway. I can only hope that, at some point between tomorrow and his wedding two weeks later, we can steal the poor man away and give him what he really deserves--sweaty boobs and drunken vomiting. It's a sin, but one I take part in. It's a ritual. It's a coming-of-age, rite-of-passage, red-blooded American thing you HAVE to do!
I'm starting to look for an apartment. The first one I went to would require me to room with a guy. He's a bit of a nerd, mostly gamer so I can live with that, but still a bit of this new Evangelist shit. And I REALLY want my own place. So I'm hesitant. But the apartment is SO gorgeous, already furnished, and really pretty affordable.
I looked at another place today. The mom of a guy who works for my dad runs an apartment complex and she had an opening. It's a pile. Beaten up, only one cable outlet, only one PHONE outlet . . . relatively nice appliances though, and it would be all mine. I'd definitely be glad I'm a gun owner in the neighborhood though.
Kidding. I'm a collector. I don't own a gun to "defend myself" or any other made up bullshit like that. It's not an empowerment issue.
Regardless, I'm not pleased with that place but it WOULD be mine all mine. And right now, ideally, I want two-bedroom w/garage MINE ALL MINE. Nobody bitching at me about parties (I can understand, of course, that noise will be an issue), nobody complaining if I call in sick or if I'm rattling the headboards with some pretty young thing . . . I just don't want anyone . . . anyone at all.
More to come on that, though.
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