As long as the inside of the coffee mug is clean...
Good golly miss molly, The wind's pickin' up and my roger is jolly!
So, I did not continue my depressing birthday post, because depression is lame. Sorry to dissapoint. If you need some depression, I'll give you some, but there is optimism coming in a few lines. Depressing things: My parents don't know where I live, I've gained 20 lbs., I shaved my beard off, I own no sandals, and the trees are seeking revenge. Hope that sitifies you. The rest of the post will be at least marginally cheery, so you may not want to read any further, freak.
I am trying to stop driving, and thus have been riding my bicycle a lot more. Her name is Ptahmi (pronounced Tommy). It is fun and good exercise, but people in cars seem to dislike cyclists on their roads. Over the past couple of weeks I've been yelled at, flipped off, honked at, edged off the road, and slowly tailed more times that god should allow. "Get a fuckin' car asshole!" I mean, seriously, what is that person thinking? Maybe they though I did not know about automobiles, or thought I was not worth of purchasing one, and they were trying to help me, but they are an asshole, so they have to be mean about it.
An attractive 19 year old gave me her phone number today without my solicitation, then my co-worker told her I was married, and she looked all embarassed and upset. It was a good ego boost, but I felt bad for the girl.
Things causing optimism: bicycling (it's awesome), love, cool air on a hot day, Downtown Wilmington, job promotion, orange soda, deodorant that really works, my beautiful eyes, reading somehthing that you don't have to try to read, catching up with an old friend, Sleeping until 11, grown people giggling at the word "masterbatory," new pedals for ptahmi, taco bell, the first caffine jones of the summer, not smoking for days on end then having a cigarette, limes...
I wrote a poem I was proud of, then it turned out that it sucked. I still like it though. I might put it up on myspace, by I am not sure. Also, I am thinking about starting a myspace for people who love their shovels. I'll call it "MySpade."
I am pretty dang gorgeous, I think. Even if I'm not, or I don't really think so.
Got any nines?
So, I did not continue my depressing birthday post, because depression is lame. Sorry to dissapoint. If you need some depression, I'll give you some, but there is optimism coming in a few lines. Depressing things: My parents don't know where I live, I've gained 20 lbs., I shaved my beard off, I own no sandals, and the trees are seeking revenge. Hope that sitifies you. The rest of the post will be at least marginally cheery, so you may not want to read any further, freak.
I am trying to stop driving, and thus have been riding my bicycle a lot more. Her name is Ptahmi (pronounced Tommy). It is fun and good exercise, but people in cars seem to dislike cyclists on their roads. Over the past couple of weeks I've been yelled at, flipped off, honked at, edged off the road, and slowly tailed more times that god should allow. "Get a fuckin' car asshole!" I mean, seriously, what is that person thinking? Maybe they though I did not know about automobiles, or thought I was not worth of purchasing one, and they were trying to help me, but they are an asshole, so they have to be mean about it.
An attractive 19 year old gave me her phone number today without my solicitation, then my co-worker told her I was married, and she looked all embarassed and upset. It was a good ego boost, but I felt bad for the girl.
Things causing optimism: bicycling (it's awesome), love, cool air on a hot day, Downtown Wilmington, job promotion, orange soda, deodorant that really works, my beautiful eyes, reading somehthing that you don't have to try to read, catching up with an old friend, Sleeping until 11, grown people giggling at the word "masterbatory," new pedals for ptahmi, taco bell, the first caffine jones of the summer, not smoking for days on end then having a cigarette, limes...
I wrote a poem I was proud of, then it turned out that it sucked. I still like it though. I might put it up on myspace, by I am not sure. Also, I am thinking about starting a myspace for people who love their shovels. I'll call it "MySpade."
I am pretty dang gorgeous, I think. Even if I'm not, or I don't really think so.
Got any nines?
posted by AJ. That's right, AJ. | 10:30 PM
4 Comments:
GO FISH!!!
Your life is sounding pretty good right now my amigo. Having hobbies is pretty awesome. I can't wait to get a bunch. Hopefully I'll be able to comandeer the hobby of fireswallowing or maybe tiger fighting or something manly and cool like that.
Great site lots of usefull infomation here.
»
I really enjoyed looking at your site, I found it very helpful indeed, keep up the good work.
»
Post a Comment
<< Home