Am I? I honestly don’t know. I think I’m just irritable. I’m getting annoyed by everything that’s crossing my mind. I already beat my shoot em up video game. I miss Halo. I got stuff to do but I don’t feel like doing it. I’m in that mood where I don’t really have anything in particular to complain about, so I feel like complaining about everything. I’m probably gonna post a couple of rants. I feel like being petty. Heroes better be good. It’s pretty much my only saving grace right now. I need more make out sessions in my memories and pussy in my diet. I feel like I could punch a bear in the face.
Anyone desperate enough for suicide...should be desperate enough to go to creative extremes to solve problems: elope at midnight, stow away on the boat to New Zealand and start over, do what they always wanted to do but were afraid to try.
Read the whole post here, but these are a few of my favorite tips. Normally I finds things like this obnoxious, slightly offensive, and not funny. This is obnoxious, slightly offensive, and very funny.
12. Avoid any girl who smokes heavier cigarettes than you. You’re already her bitch.
14. Avoid any girl who didn’t like “Once.” She’s dead inside.
28. Avoid any girl who is “microfamous.” Her name is Julia Allison and you’ll end up on Gawker.
29. Avoid any girl who has done speed dating, match.com or j-date. She’s got commitment issues, and since you’re an emotionally unavailable alcoholic, neither of you will ever call each other.
35. Avoid any girl who won’t make out with you in a taxi. She lacks a properly functioning sexual instinct.
The person that actually creates crossword puzzles… The guy has to think up little trivia and synonyms for words and then has to interlock it with other words so that they connect… And after all that it has to fit a certain sized box…and that’s his 9 to 5? For some reason I think he’d be a jerk. Like, really pompous for some reason. Going on dates (because of course he’s single) and using extra large vocab and saying half ass things hoping his date will be able to complete it…his friends try to take him out but he’s a total buzzkill at first. They have to seriously liquor him up so he’ll be fun…because a drunk guy with a huge vocab and random knowledge of hollywood and history is always fun…he may start speaking Shakespearean randomly, telling girls sonnets and stumbling to the ground when they actually become intrigued. He’ll wake up the morning after and have a hangover…then go to work feeling like crap. Then in that time of tiredness and splitting headache…he’ll actually make those 5-7 easy lines that you actually figure every time you do a crossword.
I was talking with my homeboy today and he was talking about how he bumped into this secretary from our junior high…he said he name, I couldn’t remember the name or picture the face
Then I thought really hard. I can remember the room she was in down to a T. The position of the furniture, the color of the walls, how high the window was usually open, even the random junk on the desk…but I can’t remember the damn woman that was there the whole 3 years. Not a height, skin color, voice, hair, anything…I feel like I have a broken photogrpahic memory right now.
I won't even lie, I don't even like the definition of a photographer.
Not everyone that cooks can call themselves a chef.
I can’t throw buckets of water on flames and be called a firefighter.
You trying to say you spend 600+ at Best Buy and as soon as click the shutter you get the same title as Ansel Adams?
The girl that takes titty pics for myspace can call the same title as Leibovitz?
I accept it, but I’m not cool with it tbh.
It hit me yesterday when I was out at these spots….both people handling music were called DJs, but one had the turntables and was actually working hard mixing and scratching and such…and the other had his laptop hooked up to speakers, clicking joints on a playlist…
I’m definitely not trying to knock or stop anybody from what they do…I’m just saying.
I think that field, just like photography, is big enough to have some more titles to it.
Like, I understand it if we’ve just started conversing…that’s all we have to begin with. But if I’ve known you for a while, we should be having real conversations. You gotta have something going on in your life, big or small, or at least something on your mind, no matter how random…If you don’t feel like talking about that stuff with me, or I sense that you’re pretty much just flowing with what I’m saying and not inputting, maybe we shouldn’t be talking.