headaches.
overworked.
a day off.
non-updated.
party.
Monday, October 03, 2005
so another day down the drain.
i had a huuuuuuge craving for swedish meatball tv dinners. so i went down to the store and bought 20, yes twenty, of them. my mommy says i'm all grown up and i can buy anything i want to.
and i eventually did sell my dreams to pay the parking tickets. i sold ALL my equipment except the lighting to mark, a handicapped guy who works at my best buy. he thinks i jipped him, but my conscience knows he got the way better deal, so whatever. 625 bucks, a keyboard, a sampler, and a digital multitracker, you go figure. that is, if u know what a digital multitracker is.
i also got a catalytic convertor replaced under my car. if you know what a catalytic convertor is.
ok ok, its a thing about the size of a breadbox that controls your smog. and i passed the smog test! yay! i can drive my car for 2 more years before testing again and failing!
when i was in the grocery store stuffing my hand basket with swedish meatballs, i saw a kid walking with his mother, a woman a little bit shorter than i, almost dragging the kid by his hand. i thought to myself, this here is a nice lady, despite the scowl of impatience and double scowl of exhaustion on her face. she has a kid, and the kid is just following her with his head cocked to the side asking for everything he sees, a jar of jam, a loaf of french bread, and a gallon of juice.
i thought to myself, how does one acquire boobs the size of my head? if i was the kid i'd follow her around too.
you see, women come up to me all the time at best buy offering to give oral pleasure to fix their computers. its then that i say nay, i am just a simple man. i just find it funny the way i am teased at work contantly for being a geek, women obviously play the part of beauty sometimes, but i'm definitely getting kind of tired being called a geek.
i had a huuuuuuge craving for swedish meatball tv dinners. so i went down to the store and bought 20, yes twenty, of them. my mommy says i'm all grown up and i can buy anything i want to.
and i eventually did sell my dreams to pay the parking tickets. i sold ALL my equipment except the lighting to mark, a handicapped guy who works at my best buy. he thinks i jipped him, but my conscience knows he got the way better deal, so whatever. 625 bucks, a keyboard, a sampler, and a digital multitracker, you go figure. that is, if u know what a digital multitracker is.
i also got a catalytic convertor replaced under my car. if you know what a catalytic convertor is.
ok ok, its a thing about the size of a breadbox that controls your smog. and i passed the smog test! yay! i can drive my car for 2 more years before testing again and failing!
when i was in the grocery store stuffing my hand basket with swedish meatballs, i saw a kid walking with his mother, a woman a little bit shorter than i, almost dragging the kid by his hand. i thought to myself, this here is a nice lady, despite the scowl of impatience and double scowl of exhaustion on her face. she has a kid, and the kid is just following her with his head cocked to the side asking for everything he sees, a jar of jam, a loaf of french bread, and a gallon of juice.
i thought to myself, how does one acquire boobs the size of my head? if i was the kid i'd follow her around too.
you see, women come up to me all the time at best buy offering to give oral pleasure to fix their computers. its then that i say nay, i am just a simple man. i just find it funny the way i am teased at work contantly for being a geek, women obviously play the part of beauty sometimes, but i'm definitely getting kind of tired being called a geek.
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