I'm not sure if my first entry went through. so I'm writing another one. I can't wait to look back at this entry a year from now. Maybe things will be running smoother. Usually I'm the luckiest person on this planet. Everything always went my way.
Then around 7 months ago everything went wrong, and since then everything has been going wrong. Mostly family stuff. Then little stuff. Everything that has gone wrong should be in an eighties sitcom. I hate to sound whiney especially since I love to make fun of whiney people.
I have a tendacy to date lesbians, or people that say their lesbians and are too emberrased to be called bi. It's actually kind of cool. My last ex and I have the same taste in women. I love her porn. We screwed again last week which is probably why we're not hanging out this weekend. She hasn't dated in a while and I was probably the most convient thing around. I wish I could vibrate. I'd be the coolest man on this planet. She's also my best friend which makes it very difficult to not ever talk to her ever again. I don't want to date until she starts dating again. So I have vowed to hook her up with someone else as much as it kills me. I really wish she'd call herself bi and not worry about what others say. I have earned the nickname "workhorse" from my friends because of my reputation with lesbians. I call our little meetings cock breaks. Fuck a guy for a few months and then go back to the team.
I was fired last week from my shitty job at the Hurricane cafe'. I worked there four years and they finally told me that I was too burned out. They were right. I'm kind of greatful. Although The day before they let me go I signed a new lease on a 750 dollar a month apartment. I got out of the lease but they kept my deposit. This week I've put out 30 resume's and I've only recieved one response. One!!! I'm beginning to think that working at the Hurricane has blacklisted me from every resturaunt job in Seattle. Not many people think highly of that discusting unsanitary haven for drugged up high school dropout grommets and the smelly boys that like them. You still have to go there. It's a trip. The kitchen manager doesn't even know how to cook. It's a shame that's probably what he's going to do for the rest of his loser life. If you don't believe me go there on his shift. Have fun waiting 30 minutes for a burger and cold soggy fries. I will however miss the owners. They've cleaned the place up a bit. I'm glad they fired me.
I love my friends. If it weren't for them this town would blow chunks. They're the only reason why I haven't blown this highly unemployed city. I'd hate to go back to the midwest. Everyone that I've met out there was extremely stupid, with the exception of a few people. I can't believe I've written this much. Sunday I'll be more positive. Never mind I sort of like being fussy.
Then around 7 months ago everything went wrong, and since then everything has been going wrong. Mostly family stuff. Then little stuff. Everything that has gone wrong should be in an eighties sitcom. I hate to sound whiney especially since I love to make fun of whiney people.
I have a tendacy to date lesbians, or people that say their lesbians and are too emberrased to be called bi. It's actually kind of cool. My last ex and I have the same taste in women. I love her porn. We screwed again last week which is probably why we're not hanging out this weekend. She hasn't dated in a while and I was probably the most convient thing around. I wish I could vibrate. I'd be the coolest man on this planet. She's also my best friend which makes it very difficult to not ever talk to her ever again. I don't want to date until she starts dating again. So I have vowed to hook her up with someone else as much as it kills me. I really wish she'd call herself bi and not worry about what others say. I have earned the nickname "workhorse" from my friends because of my reputation with lesbians. I call our little meetings cock breaks. Fuck a guy for a few months and then go back to the team.
I was fired last week from my shitty job at the Hurricane cafe'. I worked there four years and they finally told me that I was too burned out. They were right. I'm kind of greatful. Although The day before they let me go I signed a new lease on a 750 dollar a month apartment. I got out of the lease but they kept my deposit. This week I've put out 30 resume's and I've only recieved one response. One!!! I'm beginning to think that working at the Hurricane has blacklisted me from every resturaunt job in Seattle. Not many people think highly of that discusting unsanitary haven for drugged up high school dropout grommets and the smelly boys that like them. You still have to go there. It's a trip. The kitchen manager doesn't even know how to cook. It's a shame that's probably what he's going to do for the rest of his loser life. If you don't believe me go there on his shift. Have fun waiting 30 minutes for a burger and cold soggy fries. I will however miss the owners. They've cleaned the place up a bit. I'm glad they fired me.
I love my friends. If it weren't for them this town would blow chunks. They're the only reason why I haven't blown this highly unemployed city. I'd hate to go back to the midwest. Everyone that I've met out there was extremely stupid, with the exception of a few people. I can't believe I've written this much. Sunday I'll be more positive. Never mind I sort of like being fussy.