I Hate my Life
My Friends Part I
I have this friend, we'll call him Steve (actually that is his name). I've known him since we both were 3 (so at age 90, that's a long time), I'm actually 6 months + 1 day older than him. We've had our spats throughout the years, I would leave and say I never wanted to see him again, and the next day he'd invite himself over like nothing had ever happened, and since I forgot what we were fighting about, accepted him. He was never really popular and neither was I, this is something we really had in common. Also we don't give a hoot about any sports (waste of time watching someone else), are just now finding out more about cars (he's owned a 1966 Mustang for a few years), and we're both still single. He actually got closer to marriage than me until he was talked out of it by his parents (I actually think it was his minister, but my mom insists that it was his parents).
He's kinda looney in some ways though. He's what is referred to as a "T", a technical type guy. Whenever we play a game, any change in play has to be an option in the rules, or it can't be done. He recently bought a pool table, and I was describing the rules I've always played by - he went to the rule book that came with his cues, and said "that's not in the rules."
When we were younger, he would call me, and spend literally hours talking to me about his latest aquisitions, if was on a comic book, he would just about read the entire book to me over the phone. I try not to let this bother me, except when it was a comic that I collect and hadn't read yet (its like spoiling a movie). The worst part is, we don't spend time like this talking in person, we only spend time on the phone (I used to live 3 houses away from him). Even now, I see him every week, but he has to call me daily. I don't mind, really... especially since hardly anyone else ever calls me... except that I'm wireless now.. and he's using my minutes.. the shortest time that we've ever talked was just last night.. 30 minutes! Usually its an hour and a half!
I like him, I really do.. and what I've said here is really trivial, but its less dark than my other journals. He has this one annoying habit though... When he's happy about something (even when he knows I could care less) he has tell me about it and then smile with this maniacal grin... I may say more later on him, but this is all I got for now.
I hate my life
My Friends Part I
I have this friend, we'll call him Steve (actually that is his name). I've known him since we both were 3 (so at age 90, that's a long time), I'm actually 6 months + 1 day older than him. We've had our spats throughout the years, I would leave and say I never wanted to see him again, and the next day he'd invite himself over like nothing had ever happened, and since I forgot what we were fighting about, accepted him. He was never really popular and neither was I, this is something we really had in common. Also we don't give a hoot about any sports (waste of time watching someone else), are just now finding out more about cars (he's owned a 1966 Mustang for a few years), and we're both still single. He actually got closer to marriage than me until he was talked out of it by his parents (I actually think it was his minister, but my mom insists that it was his parents).
He's kinda looney in some ways though. He's what is referred to as a "T", a technical type guy. Whenever we play a game, any change in play has to be an option in the rules, or it can't be done. He recently bought a pool table, and I was describing the rules I've always played by - he went to the rule book that came with his cues, and said "that's not in the rules."
When we were younger, he would call me, and spend literally hours talking to me about his latest aquisitions, if was on a comic book, he would just about read the entire book to me over the phone. I try not to let this bother me, except when it was a comic that I collect and hadn't read yet (its like spoiling a movie). The worst part is, we don't spend time like this talking in person, we only spend time on the phone (I used to live 3 houses away from him). Even now, I see him every week, but he has to call me daily. I don't mind, really... especially since hardly anyone else ever calls me... except that I'm wireless now.. and he's using my minutes.. the shortest time that we've ever talked was just last night.. 30 minutes! Usually its an hour and a half!
I like him, I really do.. and what I've said here is really trivial, but its less dark than my other journals. He has this one annoying habit though... When he's happy about something (even when he knows I could care less) he has tell me about it and then smile with this maniacal grin... I may say more later on him, but this is all I got for now.
I hate my life
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thejuanupsman:
ha and dont think I dont know what you are up to, making comments & observations about the ritual, not saying a thing except it involves a very complex formula. 
benni:
i used to play the oboe! 