My new hair color is fabulous
So I signed a new loan on my house tonight, the title closer got directions to my house from the internet and was only lost by 22 miles; you would think the zip code would give her a clue. I made her come here at 9:30 at night because I was getting a haircut at 8:00, hehe
Saint Patrick, who apparently drove all of the snakes out of Ireland, is memorialized on this day. Irish people all over the United States (as far as I know, other nations do not use this day as an excuse to be inebriated...I could be wrong) are feeling full of piss and vinegar, while the remainder of the population show their jealousy of the Irish by drinking "like Irishmen," i.e.: they get trashed on monochrome green (emerald) beverages (like Miller Lite with green food dye...I think people in Ireland would cause an armed insurrection if you tried to serve that in Dublin) and boiled cabbage. All the leprechauns come out of the safety of their shoe-sized shanties with their shillelaghs and we try to trick them out of their 'pots o' gold.'
I am not Irish, at all, not even close I believe. I choose not to perpetuate the unfair drunken stereotype the Irish are saddled with. I lived in Chicago for a long time where there is a large Irish population, and they are really only drunk half of the time. It is bigotry to participate!!! I am staying home to protest!
FIGHT THE POWER BITCHES
nah...I love everybody. I kid. I am staying home though...the rain was brutal today and sapped the will to drink out of me. I had to walk 3 blocks down in Miami today in a torrential downpour, and I had no umbrella. I was soaked to the bone. Like a doofus, though, I didn't change my shirt once I got to the car, which had my dry cleaning. I drove all the way back to Ft Lauderdale in a soaking wet long sleeved shirt.
Idiot. Knowing I have a cold, too...I am sure you just want to slap me.
Go ahead; I'd probably enjoy it.
My new little lesbian friend wants to take me out this weekend; I am all for it. For some reason, lesbians are drawn to me. I consider it a compliment. I am pretty open minded...straight, but open-minded. Heck I am into different stuff anyway; whatever you like is okee dokee with me, and frankly I'd rather be around someone interesting than typical people, if you smell what I'm cooking. I think I am like the male version of a fag hag. Except better looking.
I talked on the phone last night to one of the little Peruvian girls that I met a few weeks ago for like 2 hours. I am helping her with English; she is helping me with Spanish. I was telling her how I am not attracted to tall girls, but midgets have rather large heads, so they are out, too.
She's 4'10".
So beautiful, but I can tell she's too innocent for me. I need a naughty girl. The last girlfriend ruined me for nice girls forever, I think...that's fine, really, it's just that naughty, open-minded, fun, adventurous, bisexual girls that are not too psycho (a little bit psycho is OK and required for my sanity) are a little harder to come by.
I have learned, though...they are there. In greater numbers than you have imagined. Just hard to find.
I hope you enjoyed your St Patty's Day. I am gonna go have some grapefruit juice and maybe a banana, if I feel like it.
So I signed a new loan on my house tonight, the title closer got directions to my house from the internet and was only lost by 22 miles; you would think the zip code would give her a clue. I made her come here at 9:30 at night because I was getting a haircut at 8:00, hehe
Saint Patrick, who apparently drove all of the snakes out of Ireland, is memorialized on this day. Irish people all over the United States (as far as I know, other nations do not use this day as an excuse to be inebriated...I could be wrong) are feeling full of piss and vinegar, while the remainder of the population show their jealousy of the Irish by drinking "like Irishmen," i.e.: they get trashed on monochrome green (emerald) beverages (like Miller Lite with green food dye...I think people in Ireland would cause an armed insurrection if you tried to serve that in Dublin) and boiled cabbage. All the leprechauns come out of the safety of their shoe-sized shanties with their shillelaghs and we try to trick them out of their 'pots o' gold.'
I am not Irish, at all, not even close I believe. I choose not to perpetuate the unfair drunken stereotype the Irish are saddled with. I lived in Chicago for a long time where there is a large Irish population, and they are really only drunk half of the time. It is bigotry to participate!!! I am staying home to protest!
FIGHT THE POWER BITCHES
nah...I love everybody. I kid. I am staying home though...the rain was brutal today and sapped the will to drink out of me. I had to walk 3 blocks down in Miami today in a torrential downpour, and I had no umbrella. I was soaked to the bone. Like a doofus, though, I didn't change my shirt once I got to the car, which had my dry cleaning. I drove all the way back to Ft Lauderdale in a soaking wet long sleeved shirt.
Idiot. Knowing I have a cold, too...I am sure you just want to slap me.
Go ahead; I'd probably enjoy it.
My new little lesbian friend wants to take me out this weekend; I am all for it. For some reason, lesbians are drawn to me. I consider it a compliment. I am pretty open minded...straight, but open-minded. Heck I am into different stuff anyway; whatever you like is okee dokee with me, and frankly I'd rather be around someone interesting than typical people, if you smell what I'm cooking. I think I am like the male version of a fag hag. Except better looking.
I talked on the phone last night to one of the little Peruvian girls that I met a few weeks ago for like 2 hours. I am helping her with English; she is helping me with Spanish. I was telling her how I am not attracted to tall girls, but midgets have rather large heads, so they are out, too.
She's 4'10".
So beautiful, but I can tell she's too innocent for me. I need a naughty girl. The last girlfriend ruined me for nice girls forever, I think...that's fine, really, it's just that naughty, open-minded, fun, adventurous, bisexual girls that are not too psycho (a little bit psycho is OK and required for my sanity) are a little harder to come by.
I have learned, though...they are there. In greater numbers than you have imagined. Just hard to find.
I hope you enjoyed your St Patty's Day. I am gonna go have some grapefruit juice and maybe a banana, if I feel like it.
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there are plenty of crazy women in the world... don't you worry...
Awww, thanks! I'm glad you're on here, too.