So I can’t freaking believe this shit. I’m missing Dr. Phil because I can’t work the damn damn television.
Edit: Matt helped me figure it out. Too bad I missed the good half of it. Anyway, tomorrow is anorexics. Should bring back funtime memories. Mammories. Should make me feel very good or very bad about self.
“I ain’t lickin’ no assholes.”
After minutes and minutes of contemplation, I’ve come to the realization that I don’t look like this:
But you know what? That’s okay, because I’m sure some chick in Japan is reading my blog, and thinking, “Man, I wish I looked like this:
(that’s me…)
So Matt went back to his high school days and started playing Counterstrike again, so I never get to see him anymore. I’m making t-shirts that say “Counterstrike ruined my relationship.” If you, too, are a victim of spousal gaming, contact me, and t-shirt arrangements can be made for $10 or lunch.
When I feel bad, much of the time I don’t listen to music, because I’m afraid it will make me feel worse. But I listened to music today whilst putting away groceries, and it made me feel really good. Probably because I didn’t feel bad to begin with. I love grocery shopping. It makes me feel like a grown up.
So does cooking. So does going to visit my parents. So does cleaning. So does sex.
I only like doing 1 and 2 halves of those things. You figure it out.
“I ain’t lickin’ no assholes.”
- Matt, drunk
So in conclusion, I think it’s just about time for some milk and cookies. Giggity giggity. Giggety goo. *points and winks*
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matts not playing cs too much is he?
we’ve only played like twice
music is great when you feel shitty imo
soft cookies ftw!! hard cookies ftl!!!
1 and 2 halves = 2 =P
i played counterstrike once, and i was actually good at it. you should ask matt about “surfing” and ask if you can do it. it’s incredibly fun.