I really need to fix my good computer. I just installed GTAIII on this one and it works and all, but the video card sucks so the image is all choppy and freezes up a lot. I could upgrade the video card on this one, but what's the point? Then I need to upgrade everything else, and it'll still not be as fast as the one that needs fixing.
Man, how to sequay into talk of my dreams again?
So I'm still dreaming about my "lost love" or whatever other sappy shit you want to call it. Basically it's the woman I never stopped loving and think about all the time. Strange that I could love a woman so completely, yet never have had sex with her. We did everything else, but when it came down to the down and dirty, I was either too stupid, too ignant, and/or too high on any combination of drugs to realize she was throwing herself at me. Maybe it was all for the better...maybe not...we'll just have to wait and see.
Denny from "Love, Liza" (starring the incomparable Phillip Seymour Hoffman) is still the coolest movie character in a very long time (or maybe it's just that his was so brilliantly acted??).
Well, I'm fucked. I had this study guide for this huge test today and, of course, I lost it. The test covers like four or five chapters in a book I have yet to even open, so it's pretty safe to say I'm going to crash and burn. Still, I'm going to flip through the chapters and see what I come up with. If the test was just on the book, I'd be in a good spot, but half of it is from these poorly written, grammatically incorrect handouts that are everywhere in this apartment yet impossible to find.
Oh, go to www.comics.com and look up Pearls Before Swine - it's the coolest fucking comic strip EVER! Seriously, this is on par with Calvin and Hobbes and Garfield.
So I have this guy that calls me every week to see if I'll have anything for rent in December, then asks if I'm looking for any work. EVERYTIME he calls I tell "No, I do all the work, it's how I make my money. And if you want to rent a place in December, call me in December because I won't hold a place for you for a month and a half." Yet he calls back the next week as though we didn't even have the fucking conversation. I'm just going to stop answering the phone when he calls and ignore his messages in my voicemail (which shouldn't be hard because my voicemail is continually full of shit I don't delete for some reason).
Man, how to sequay into talk of my dreams again?
So I'm still dreaming about my "lost love" or whatever other sappy shit you want to call it. Basically it's the woman I never stopped loving and think about all the time. Strange that I could love a woman so completely, yet never have had sex with her. We did everything else, but when it came down to the down and dirty, I was either too stupid, too ignant, and/or too high on any combination of drugs to realize she was throwing herself at me. Maybe it was all for the better...maybe not...we'll just have to wait and see.
Denny from "Love, Liza" (starring the incomparable Phillip Seymour Hoffman) is still the coolest movie character in a very long time (or maybe it's just that his was so brilliantly acted??).
Well, I'm fucked. I had this study guide for this huge test today and, of course, I lost it. The test covers like four or five chapters in a book I have yet to even open, so it's pretty safe to say I'm going to crash and burn. Still, I'm going to flip through the chapters and see what I come up with. If the test was just on the book, I'd be in a good spot, but half of it is from these poorly written, grammatically incorrect handouts that are everywhere in this apartment yet impossible to find.
Oh, go to www.comics.com and look up Pearls Before Swine - it's the coolest fucking comic strip EVER! Seriously, this is on par with Calvin and Hobbes and Garfield.
So I have this guy that calls me every week to see if I'll have anything for rent in December, then asks if I'm looking for any work. EVERYTIME he calls I tell "No, I do all the work, it's how I make my money. And if you want to rent a place in December, call me in December because I won't hold a place for you for a month and a half." Yet he calls back the next week as though we didn't even have the fucking conversation. I'm just going to stop answering the phone when he calls and ignore his messages in my voicemail (which shouldn't be hard because my voicemail is continually full of shit I don't delete for some reason).
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I keep watching "Aliens". It's infectious.