25 minutes
I'm in the library right now and I'm sitting across from this guy I used to be chummy with. He's actually on a couch against the wall. We don't say hi to each other any more because I figured he stopped being friends with me. Now he just laid down to take a nap I guess. I wish I could take a picture - he's pretty hot. Ah, but alas, are personalities do not mesh at all. I'm spastic with a hint of snobby, while he is cool and composed snobby. Enough about the man in blue.
I just applied for a credit card to see if I could build my credit, I don't think that its going to work out. Citi didn't approve me. ME! The goddess of goodness, the sweet serenity of silence held back by having no credit. But I applied with U.S. which I have had a checking account with forever.
My mother also made a proposal. I could pay off her loan for my car by taking dear old grandmother out for shopping and lunch every Thursday. That ought to be fun, since we have nothing to talk about... and she is a pathalogical cussing bigot. She still says chinks and spics. I have to converse with her for a couple of hours too. I'll have to update you on the awkwardness of that train wreck.
I refuse to get a MySpace page. Everybody has one, but I will wholeheartedly deny the existence of such a plague against the human mind. It teaches people arrogance. I prefer to learn arrogance the old fashioned way - hard work to make yourself better than everyone else. MySpace makes it too easy for people to amp themselves up, they also get to talk about themselves and know that all their other friends who have MySpace pages will visit their page because they are obligated too. I know what your thinking whats the difference between this and MySpace. Plenty! This blog lets me elaborate my supreme knowledge and opinions without making people listen to them. I really don't think anybody reads my stupid shit (which is comforting in a way because I've a few drunken blog nights), but it allows random people to admire my genius. I tickle myself.
So I set a goal to write for 25 minutes everyday and its only been 12... I really don't have anything else to say. The late companion in blue has just put both his hands under his head like a pillow - god how freakin' adorable. I wish I could cuddle with him without involving any emotional funk into it. Opposed to most people's beliefs, sex and cuddling doesn't have anythingn to do with my feelings toward them. I could have mind-blowing sex with a guy who I dislike very much and then cuddle with him afterward, but my feelings wouldn't change toward him. He would still be the inconsiderate, weak-minded pervert all the other girls fall for. I would enjoy his finer qualities of good looks. However, some guys feel that I should at least be nice to them! What the fuck? I have to nice to you just because I have sex with you.
I also hold the opinion that sex is more fun if you don't like the person. Then you get all rough with them because you don't care, and then they think "Oh you want to play that game, huh?" And they start to throw you around too. Awesome.
I just applied for a credit card to see if I could build my credit, I don't think that its going to work out. Citi didn't approve me. ME! The goddess of goodness, the sweet serenity of silence held back by having no credit. But I applied with U.S. which I have had a checking account with forever.
My mother also made a proposal. I could pay off her loan for my car by taking dear old grandmother out for shopping and lunch every Thursday. That ought to be fun, since we have nothing to talk about... and she is a pathalogical cussing bigot. She still says chinks and spics. I have to converse with her for a couple of hours too. I'll have to update you on the awkwardness of that train wreck.
I refuse to get a MySpace page. Everybody has one, but I will wholeheartedly deny the existence of such a plague against the human mind. It teaches people arrogance. I prefer to learn arrogance the old fashioned way - hard work to make yourself better than everyone else. MySpace makes it too easy for people to amp themselves up, they also get to talk about themselves and know that all their other friends who have MySpace pages will visit their page because they are obligated too. I know what your thinking whats the difference between this and MySpace. Plenty! This blog lets me elaborate my supreme knowledge and opinions without making people listen to them. I really don't think anybody reads my stupid shit (which is comforting in a way because I've a few drunken blog nights), but it allows random people to admire my genius. I tickle myself.
So I set a goal to write for 25 minutes everyday and its only been 12... I really don't have anything else to say. The late companion in blue has just put both his hands under his head like a pillow - god how freakin' adorable. I wish I could cuddle with him without involving any emotional funk into it. Opposed to most people's beliefs, sex and cuddling doesn't have anythingn to do with my feelings toward them. I could have mind-blowing sex with a guy who I dislike very much and then cuddle with him afterward, but my feelings wouldn't change toward him. He would still be the inconsiderate, weak-minded pervert all the other girls fall for. I would enjoy his finer qualities of good looks. However, some guys feel that I should at least be nice to them! What the fuck? I have to nice to you just because I have sex with you.
I also hold the opinion that sex is more fun if you don't like the person. Then you get all rough with them because you don't care, and then they think "Oh you want to play that game, huh?" And they start to throw you around too. Awesome.
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