joenobody

why oh why do i wait all week for the weekend to come when i don't do anything on the weekend? i wish i could be working overtime now. then at least i'd be making money.

shit, that reminds me to call up a friend whos ceiling i was supposed to work on.

shit. i'm sorry. no story this week, i'm all dried up. i should carry around a notepad because i always have good ideas, then i forget about them. i had an idea i could tell you about my grandparents from sicily but i'm not sure where to go with it.

i also had this idea to write about how most of my friends have or had some substance abuse problem, but then that would just make my friends look bad. and i don't want to do that because that's shitty.

then i wrote this thing about how i suck at dating and how i never go beyond a first phone call or single date with anyone anymore. i can think of one exception in the past year and a half. that post was up for a half hour and decided it sucked and i didn't want anyone to read it. so i'm here writing this now.

so this time i have nothing for you.

by the way if anyone practices magick, please find out if my life is cursed and get back to me. thank you very much.

i'm going to the gym where i'm not going to talk to girls now.