what really grinds my gears
the subject has nothing to do with this entry, but I'm watching the family guy movie again, it's pretty incredible. I'm bored right now and I tend to message people or send sweet e-mails, but I'm not going to this time.
I think I'm getting fat as hell, I need to put down the fork and substitute all the food I have with carrots or something healthy. I need to get off my ass too and do some sweet exercises, where are those Richard Simmons videos I used to have back in the day. I think i'm going for the longest walk tonight.
Maybe I should go to the sweet Keg party at the phoenix, oh wait I guess i don't have pants tight enough to see my ding dong or have chest hair sticking out of my shirt.
Maybe I lack style, and can't reach all the parts of my body. Maybe it's because i don't own a toothbrush or that I used to pop my white heads with a compass I used in high school, or that i eat my own dandruff, etc...allright enough of the chris farley quotes I know.
Some guy told me he saw jesus after work on richmond street and then begged for two bucks because supposedly he saw him, and he figured that was worth two bucks. Good call asshole, don't make up shit to get money from me, if he would of been honest, i may have given him two bucks. He definately made it seem like i knew him when i talked to this guy. I'm not even sure what to say to that, like wow, you saw j.c, how's the big guy doing anyways? I remember we used to bowl together in a league called bowling for bread, but his mom mary never wanted him to bowl because his arm was sore from carrying bibles and maps of jerusalem everywhere. what, i'm sorry.
I also have an interview on monday for the supervisor/QA position. I'm nervous already.
Anyways, this was as pointless as poopy flavoured lollypops, or ketchup popsicles
I think I'm getting fat as hell, I need to put down the fork and substitute all the food I have with carrots or something healthy. I need to get off my ass too and do some sweet exercises, where are those Richard Simmons videos I used to have back in the day. I think i'm going for the longest walk tonight.
Maybe I should go to the sweet Keg party at the phoenix, oh wait I guess i don't have pants tight enough to see my ding dong or have chest hair sticking out of my shirt.
Maybe I lack style, and can't reach all the parts of my body. Maybe it's because i don't own a toothbrush or that I used to pop my white heads with a compass I used in high school, or that i eat my own dandruff, etc...allright enough of the chris farley quotes I know.
Some guy told me he saw jesus after work on richmond street and then begged for two bucks because supposedly he saw him, and he figured that was worth two bucks. Good call asshole, don't make up shit to get money from me, if he would of been honest, i may have given him two bucks. He definately made it seem like i knew him when i talked to this guy. I'm not even sure what to say to that, like wow, you saw j.c, how's the big guy doing anyways? I remember we used to bowl together in a league called bowling for bread, but his mom mary never wanted him to bowl because his arm was sore from carrying bibles and maps of jerusalem everywhere. what, i'm sorry.
I also have an interview on monday for the supervisor/QA position. I'm nervous already.
Anyways, this was as pointless as poopy flavoured lollypops, or ketchup popsicles