I started this blog to write about random things but lately it has just turned into me complaining about, well, everything. But I like the topic so I’m going to stick with it for a little bit longer.
You know a week is going to turn out bad when on Sunday you start your taxes and realize that you owe $1500, which I get to pay over the next 30 years and I believe the government gets my first born child and a pony.
Monday I managed to lose my wallet, which contained the credit cards I was planning on living off of till my next paycheck (yep, I’m super financially savvy). Sure this was my fault as I left my wallet on the bar after a couple of shots of tequila (I can’t say no to tequila, ever). And not a single one of my friends were surprised that I lost it, I swear even exchanged money as if they bets on it — bastards.
Tuesday my phone was turned off. I’ve signed up for direct withdrawal many times but it just never seems to take. This is the second time in six months that I have lost my phone privileges. But this time I didn’t have my credit cards to turn it back on. Later that night my friend tried to embarrass me by making me do karaoke (the Devinyls I Touch Myself) but I had enough alcohol in my system that it didn’t phase me, and apparently everyone loves it when a chick sings that song no matter how bad she is. Made a few more mistakes that night that I have decided not to elaborate on.
Wednesday wasn’t so bad, messed up a tad bit but nothing I wasn’t expecting.
Thursday was good if boring.
Friday I flew to Utah starting at 4am. Utah sucks and if it weren’t for family I would avoid that state like the plague.
Saturday I caught the plague. Well I got sick, my face got a blotchy red rash and I had a sore throat and a headache. And with my brother in-law, who is post bone marrow transplant, being really susceptible to illnesses I had to go.
Sunday I left Utah to fly back to California, which decided to turn on the heat. My dad took me to the hospital where $167 was wasted to tell me that I have a bad virus and should get some sleep. I then went back to my apartment, which had apparently moved to the surface of the sun.
The whole next week I tried, unsuccessfully, to fight off this virus and to stay slightly cool. I’m still losing that fight.
I think that my whole “ignore it till it gets better” philosophy isn’t working that great. That and when I stop drinking things just go to hell.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Doughnuts
I can't be expected to write coherently at 5am. I can write at 2am but only if I stay up till then, If I wake up at 4 there is no possibility that whatever I file is going to be even remotely sane and it shouldn't be expected.
You know what I want to be doing now? I want to be sleeping, or eating a doughnut. But none of the doughnuts here look even remotely appetizing. How do you mess up doughnuts? Damn I've been spoiled by the tasty tasty Psycho Donuts with names likes cereal killer and cookie monster, that are covered with fruit looks or oreos. I think I could write sonnets to Psycho Donuts, they would be horrible but I think I would be willing to give it a shot.
And I should probably be angry at the tasty doughnut because it has gotten me in trouble with not one but two guys. How they both discovered this weakness is beyond me. (Of course maybe the t-shirt "I get slutty for doughnuts" was a give away.) Not that I regret any of it, I mean I still got doughnuts. And I'm not going to stop eating them just because I have no self control, of course I do believe that is the problem.
I think doughnuts might be in my top five for food. I'll have to give some thought to the other four but doughnuts gets a spot. Now I'll be craving Psycho Donuts all weekend long, and me stuck in Utah.
I got a whole baker's dozen of doughnuts (or donuts) in this post, yay me!
Coherency can go fuck itself this early in the morning.
You know what I want to be doing now? I want to be sleeping, or eating a doughnut. But none of the doughnuts here look even remotely appetizing. How do you mess up doughnuts? Damn I've been spoiled by the tasty tasty Psycho Donuts with names likes cereal killer and cookie monster, that are covered with fruit looks or oreos. I think I could write sonnets to Psycho Donuts, they would be horrible but I think I would be willing to give it a shot.
And I should probably be angry at the tasty doughnut because it has gotten me in trouble with not one but two guys. How they both discovered this weakness is beyond me. (Of course maybe the t-shirt "I get slutty for doughnuts" was a give away.) Not that I regret any of it, I mean I still got doughnuts. And I'm not going to stop eating them just because I have no self control, of course I do believe that is the problem.
I think doughnuts might be in my top five for food. I'll have to give some thought to the other four but doughnuts gets a spot. Now I'll be craving Psycho Donuts all weekend long, and me stuck in Utah.
I got a whole baker's dozen of doughnuts (or donuts) in this post, yay me!
Coherency can go fuck itself this early in the morning.
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Romeo
“Juliet, the dice were loaded from the start
And I bet,
And you exploded into my heart.”
-Dire Straits
You know I always felt for Juliet, yes she was young and rather stupid, but she seemed to actually love Romeo. Whereas Romeo just seemed like one of those guys that just loved being in love. He was deeply hurt by the fair Rosaline and his unrequited love, but then quickly moved on to Juliet and another thought was never given to Rosaline.
A good relationship is worth mourning.
And I bet,
And you exploded into my heart.”
-Dire Straits
You know I always felt for Juliet, yes she was young and rather stupid, but she seemed to actually love Romeo. Whereas Romeo just seemed like one of those guys that just loved being in love. He was deeply hurt by the fair Rosaline and his unrequited love, but then quickly moved on to Juliet and another thought was never given to Rosaline.
A good relationship is worth mourning.
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