joshxxx

I now can relate to every person who's mom threw out their action figures, comic books or baseball cards. That's right, tonight I found out that my mother disposed of my pornography collection. I thought that she had it in storage... I was wrong. A collection tweaked and perfected over two years and narrowed down to my favorites out of a once much more massive collection.

Well, porno, we had a good run. Sure I got you for free, but that in now way diminshed your value. Who was there when I spent every weekend night alone? You were. Who was there to comfort me when I got done hanging out with the girls who want to be "just friends"? You were. Now, I shall use a tissue to wipe away the tears of lament instead of that other reason we're used to.

Now it's time for rebuilding. Unfortunately now I have to pay for it. Not to mention my creep factor is increased because I have to go into the store with a list of videos to be replaced. God damn Janet.

I guess that ends my lucky streak... I should have bought a powerball ticket last week.



I took a tour of my new room today. It's the size of my first apartment. I need a big bed for lady lovin since I no longer have the afformentioned pron collection to fill my cold lonely nights. *tear*


(Wait... Real ladeez over porn is a good thing. My b.)



I saw Underworld: Evoloution today... My review? Two words... Fucking. Lame. Though, I do want to do naughty things to Kate Beckinsale and her British accent and it's fun to pretend that that other guy in it is the lead singer for Creed (they look very similar) because all he seems be around for is getting his ass kicked. Just go see Cheaper By The Dozen 2 with a naked picture of Ms Beckinsale in your pocket... Same effect, probably scarier and you're supporting Steve Martin.


Another way to tell my luck is turned? Out of the 43 people working at Starbucks today, Morgan (my coffee crush, not to be confused with Morgan) was not one of them.


That's it. I have to get up at the ass crack of dawn because if someone's furniture doesn't get moved before noon, it will burst into flames. I jest. Though, this is the first time since High School that I'll have set an alarm clock for before 7am. Is the sun even up then? Jesus, I don't know. And I know I'll get shit for it here, but the only complaining I'll do about it tomorrow is yawning with the occasional request for a Red Bull and a burrito. Welcome to Moe's.