willard7

Guns huh??

I was hoping the inbreading would kill them out on their own!!

missed ya
KRISS

Two months since the last update. Oh well. It's not that I'm even minding I'm unnoticed. After all, I'm a historian and any historical record is a good thing, even if it's only good and exciting a dozen years down the road or whatever.

Alright, let's catch up on my favorite subjects:

VIDEO GAMES: Wow. Correct that, WoW. I am into teh WoWz. Yeah, this is the game that I avoided like the plague when it was called Everquest because I knew it would consume me utterly and destroy my college life. But now that I'm out of college and my best friends have all become moved away or married or Jesus Nazis, teh WoWz just kinda fits. Fun game play PLUS online socialization? Damn you, Internet!

I have a Halo 2 party coming up later in the month, and I'm gonna get stomped on. I've HARDLY played multiplayer at all, and certainly not online against the bloodthirsty competitors known as twelve-yr old boys. I'ma get stomped on and scraped off the road.

GIRL TROUBLE: Doesn't exist. I've done a fine job of convincing just about everyone that I'm a he-man woman-hater who doesn't give a shit about the opposite sex. True to a point, I guess. I'm not a fisherman. I don't want to go trawling through the parties and bars and coffee shops and places of employment in the HOPES of finding a girl that will be something more than six months of sex and wasted paychecks. I want to go to the lobster tank, point at the lobster that matches EXACTLY what I want, and let that lobster blink with its silly unblinking eyes, as if to say "Yes I am the lobster for you and shall remain so now and for the rest of my pathetically short life." BUT it doesn't work that way, I have to play the game. I don't want to play it, though, so I don't. I'm sure that I'll change my mind eventually, but I haven't looked (well, with much seriousness) for a girl to be mine for like two years, and I doubt I'ma start right away.

JOB-HATING: Kinkos and I are coming to terms with the fact that we're no longer good for each other. It's been a hard nine months of love, hate, passion, and heartbreak, but we obviously made a mistake and both of us need to move on. I have my third interview with Office Depot in two hours, and I'm pretty sure I'm getting the job. I'd be very, very surprised if I didn't at this point. But nerves, they still exist. Sears, on the other hand, is great. Sure there's a lot of frustration and tiredness because my one day off (Labor Day) turned into a day of labor, but I guess that's what I should expect. It's the same with every holiday where the rest of the world doesn't work.

BY THE WAY, AND LET ME MAKE THIS CRYSTAL-FUCKING CLEAR . . . IF YOU'RE THE KIND OF MOTHERFUCKER WHO GOES SHOPPING ON A HOLIDAY INSTEAD OF SITTING AROUND WITH YOUR FAMILY, OR GOING CAMPING, OR DOING WHATEVER IT IS YOU NEED TO DO TO RELIEVE STRESS, man I am fucking gunning for you.

CAR: I still love my little blue Metro whose title I don't have. Since gas is over $3 a gallon, I love it a lot more. If I do get this new job I'll need a new car, though, and I think I'll finally be able to afford that Mustang I've always wanted. Then the Metro will become the fun car to play with--I'ma rice it out I think, just for shits and giggles.

APARTMENT: I have my own place now! It's so goddamn nice . . . I don't know how I ever managed to live so long without one.

Done typing for now because I'm getting tired of it. See you all in three months!