gayballs

I love her despite her hair. I want to hang out with her. I want her to talk down to me and maybe hit me.
In fact, I'd love that.


you too. Now.

I've had a decent day, despite stupid fucking Tropical Storm Noel's bullshit.
It's rained all day. Not heavily all day, but all day nonetheless. It sucked and it was hard not to be like... soaked to the goddamn bone whenever I had to walk from work to the car or from the car to Subway and back.

I had a decent workout. Not great. But fuck it. Yesterday I worked out goddamn twice. TWICE. So fuck it.
I went today and was there for an hour and that's all that fucking matters.

This weekend will be the weekend of relaxation-- sort of. Hillary and I are going to Naples for the weekend for a wedding.
If you're not well versed in selfish-jewwy weddings, this is how it goes: They planned out the whole goddamn weekend for us. Fucking welcome dinner on Friday night, brunch on Saturday morning, wedding on the beach on Saturday evening, and farewell lunch on Sunday. No joke.
But still, it'll be a vacation in another town. And I'm pretty sure all this food is paid for.
I'll be in the town I lost my virginity in.
Also, we'll see how well this beach wedding goes with goddamn Tropical Storm Noel hanging around.

I just got this email from my mother. it rules:

it translates to

I love her.

Hooray, they got fucking SUED. If you don't know who they are, visit assholes.

I got nothin else.


"Cross over children, all are welcome, all are welcome go into the light there is peace and serenity in the light."