it always amazes me how i don't check this thing for months, and then when i come back, someone else has read it... Oh, the wonders of the information superhighway.
they say that everything is going according to plan. does anyone who might be reading this think that it is a very theraputic process? clicking buttons and electronically putting down words for complete strangers who i'll never meet? i keep telling myself that i'll come here more often, but i'm rarely in the state of mind to do it. what exactly do i have to tell to strangers, anyway? maybe if i was more into it, they wouldn't be strangers, right?
my quality of life has gone up significantly since i got a new car, a 2003 honda element... an suv that actually gets really good gas mileage. unfortunately i don't say "'bro" and "dude" (well, not sarcastically) or snowboard enough to actually meet honda's intended demographic. aw, fuck it. if i can't take any good natured jabs at my automobile of choice, then i don't deserve to live.
the lesbians next door have been treating me really different lately. they were feeding me a lot and generally taking care of me, but now it seems that they are trying to branch out for more different kinds of friends... they even quit smoking pot and started drinking (heavily) again, and i, with genes predisposed for alcoholism, just don't wanna hang. they keep telling me stories of asu lingere parties fully stocked with available ladies in compromising positions, but they don't realize that those are the exact type of people i strive to disassociate myself with. it seems as if the lesbians next door are slowly mutating into the enemy, 'bro.
if you see a silver honda element speeding down the 101 with a "listen to johnny cash" sticker, please don't hesitate to wave enthusiastically.
so much for being a stranger.
-bobby
they say that everything is going according to plan. does anyone who might be reading this think that it is a very theraputic process? clicking buttons and electronically putting down words for complete strangers who i'll never meet? i keep telling myself that i'll come here more often, but i'm rarely in the state of mind to do it. what exactly do i have to tell to strangers, anyway? maybe if i was more into it, they wouldn't be strangers, right?
my quality of life has gone up significantly since i got a new car, a 2003 honda element... an suv that actually gets really good gas mileage. unfortunately i don't say "'bro" and "dude" (well, not sarcastically) or snowboard enough to actually meet honda's intended demographic. aw, fuck it. if i can't take any good natured jabs at my automobile of choice, then i don't deserve to live.
the lesbians next door have been treating me really different lately. they were feeding me a lot and generally taking care of me, but now it seems that they are trying to branch out for more different kinds of friends... they even quit smoking pot and started drinking (heavily) again, and i, with genes predisposed for alcoholism, just don't wanna hang. they keep telling me stories of asu lingere parties fully stocked with available ladies in compromising positions, but they don't realize that those are the exact type of people i strive to disassociate myself with. it seems as if the lesbians next door are slowly mutating into the enemy, 'bro.
if you see a silver honda element speeding down the 101 with a "listen to johnny cash" sticker, please don't hesitate to wave enthusiastically.
so much for being a stranger.
-bobby
inara:
You're gonna come join SGAZ, right? C'mon, I know you want to 