i have an awesome case of the shitluck going on right now.
1. my ex called me to tell me that she's doing everything we planned out for us with her new boyfriend. i should probably mention that she only calls when he's not around. i have no idea why, but it sure trips the shadar. the best part is that she complained about all these people she ditched me to associate with, including him, (to the point of almost ruining the friendship we blood swore on) because they were "better people to be around." except for the part where they are all sketchballs. i guess she learned a lesson about judging people based on they look. of course, i'm too dumb, old fashioned and a puss to do anything more than be the best friend i can to her. i wish that it would pay off cosmically.
2. i feel from the sky on the bike the other night and managed to sprain my cartlidgeless left knee and my right ankle. two bruises, two horrible swelling situations and two limps. it wouldn't be so bad except a.) riding is the way i socialize; b.) my current method of income generation involves climbing on ladders and scaffolding and c) until i get my first draw, i'm broke. i can only watch the same ten dvd's so many times.
3. i've been attempting to meet a new ladyfriend so item number one doesn't bother me so much. i'm not trying to be too picky. in fact, i'm really just looking for someone to waste four hours with. of course, with my shitluck holding true, i've only been meeting girls that are either crazier than a shithouse rat or completely polar opposite of myself. it scares me to think that i may be crazier than a shithouse rat and completely oblivious to it.
4. i've pretty much discovered that no one listens to me. i love making a suggestion, having it shot down and then having to fix a situation because my suggestion would have prevented it. i guess self esteem is overrated.
5. i've started taking bubble baths to reduce my stress. i'm using mr. bubble. it's nice. i feel like the fall guy.
i reread all this and i'm probably a huge prick for thinking it, but hell, it's saturday night at 10:30, i'm alone, bored half drunk and wearing a bath robe that's barely tied properly. would anything else be proper for a dude mired in shitluck?
1. my ex called me to tell me that she's doing everything we planned out for us with her new boyfriend. i should probably mention that she only calls when he's not around. i have no idea why, but it sure trips the shadar. the best part is that she complained about all these people she ditched me to associate with, including him, (to the point of almost ruining the friendship we blood swore on) because they were "better people to be around." except for the part where they are all sketchballs. i guess she learned a lesson about judging people based on they look. of course, i'm too dumb, old fashioned and a puss to do anything more than be the best friend i can to her. i wish that it would pay off cosmically.
2. i feel from the sky on the bike the other night and managed to sprain my cartlidgeless left knee and my right ankle. two bruises, two horrible swelling situations and two limps. it wouldn't be so bad except a.) riding is the way i socialize; b.) my current method of income generation involves climbing on ladders and scaffolding and c) until i get my first draw, i'm broke. i can only watch the same ten dvd's so many times.
3. i've been attempting to meet a new ladyfriend so item number one doesn't bother me so much. i'm not trying to be too picky. in fact, i'm really just looking for someone to waste four hours with. of course, with my shitluck holding true, i've only been meeting girls that are either crazier than a shithouse rat or completely polar opposite of myself. it scares me to think that i may be crazier than a shithouse rat and completely oblivious to it.
4. i've pretty much discovered that no one listens to me. i love making a suggestion, having it shot down and then having to fix a situation because my suggestion would have prevented it. i guess self esteem is overrated.
5. i've started taking bubble baths to reduce my stress. i'm using mr. bubble. it's nice. i feel like the fall guy.
i reread all this and i'm probably a huge prick for thinking it, but hell, it's saturday night at 10:30, i'm alone, bored half drunk and wearing a bath robe that's barely tied properly. would anything else be proper for a dude mired in shitluck?