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killjoyboy
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Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Gender: Male
Interests: flossing
Expertise: majored in slacking with minors in guilty consciences and not giving a shit, a masters in pimpology, with a Ph.D in herbal remedies.
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Member Since:
1/4/2003
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| started writing on this again cause i've been reading a lot of other bloggers... been reading this one of a 30ish girl in hong kong who is pretty interesting - she's angry and always bitching about expats in hk and its really entertaining. makes me want to live abroad even more, particularly in asia.
also i'm killing time and not working. working on fuckin dymo shite again. which reminds me, i shouldn't be doing this right now. more later maybe.
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| i fall for stupid little things like girls putting chapstick on my lips for me. too bad i always want what i can't have... | | |
| new resolution of the moment: start using my left hand more
i realized that doing some everyday things with my left hand will steadily increase my left hand motor skills - for example, brushing my teeth with my left hand was difficult, but not so much after i got used to it. hand eye coordination is key, and shit why not even it out a bit since my right hand gets so much use? some other common things to use my left hand with - using the mouse, wiping ass, using a lighter, and last but not least, playing with myself... soon i'll be ambidextrous and that much more superior to everyone else!
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| random spontaneity ruled last night - i ran into a friend on the way to the gym and found out he was going to a fly pan am show and decided to go... turns out when i get there the band's drummer broke his back so they had to cancel, but there was a japanese band that was also on the bill and the guy at the door said that a dude from belgium had seen them the night before and flew all the way to philly to see them again... it sounded like a lot of bullshit but i stayed anyway, and it turned out to be a fucking great show. the japanese band was mono, and they were so into their music and the guitarists fucking rocked out like no other. they were so good i even bought their new cd. the only downer about the show was that there was the all ubiquitous white boy / asian girl couple everywhere i looked... i was pretty stoned and i couldn't help getting pretty angry about being an asian american male and asian sellout girls who only date white boys... i started thinking that it was my duty to start fucking white chicks because our asian male genes are going to be fucking washed out of the gene pool if we don't do something about this sorry shit. maybe in the next few decades we'll see china rise to power and take over the world and burn every billboard that raises up the white man as the ideal... brad pitt can suck my fucking big asian dick.
anyway i didn't mean for this post to get out of hand, but shit whatever man. anyway the show rocked, and afterwards i met up with some boys at a party, got wasted, and talked to this cute girl who i saw in 3D modeling class... ended the night at chitown mai lai wah with a stuffed face and a good buzz.
today i'm gonna get some shit done and represent my life and fucking be all that i can be fuck yeah this song i'm listening to is good and life is good and i can't believe i woke up so early and i'm still a little drunk yeah fuck yeah i hope this feeling lasts...
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| so it turns out getting set up with your mom's friend's daughter isn't
so bad afterall. but for clarification i broke it down to a
science for all of yall:
discomfort level = annoyingness of daughter's mother / hotness of daughter
of course often times the most important variable (hotness of daughter)
is unknown, whereas the annoyingness of daughter's mother is almost
guarenteed to be against your favor. thus we can conclude the
analysis of this hypothetical equation with the real world sentiment
that getting set up by your parents usually sucks.
how i lucked out with minimal discomfort, i'm not so sure, but i do
have this uncanny ability to have a good time no matter what as long as
there is a cute girl present. call it what you will (desperate,
perverted, seriously ill), i prefer to think of it as an
advantage. man, i can't wait until they invent
holograms. whooo, boy.
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