A quick rundown on this that may or may
not have happened over the last week or so.
So it has been almost a week since I
heard from Misty across the street from where I work. I get the
feeling that she just isn't into me, which I wish if people do feel
that way they would just come out and say it rather than beat around
the bush about such things. Life would be so much easier if people
were honest on that front than if they tried to spare my feelings.
Listen I get it, I am not GQ model material, and as I have come to
know most of the women in and around where I work, I fail the
desirable man chart simply because I a) don't have drug habit, b) I
don't have a criminal record as long as my arm and c) have no desire
to get someone pregnant and then leave them to fend for themselves.
Why that seems to be the type of guy that women dig, I have no idea I
just know it to be true from life experience. And anyone who knows
how I think know that why's don't matter to me, why's are just
excuses, I just need to know things are the way they are.
Elsewhere, for a brief moment in time
chocolate peanut butter milk was a thing. I had heard about it in my
travails hither and yon, so I asked if our dairy people had it and
they did. So there was me the other night have warm apple pie and a
glass of chocolate peanut butter milk for dessert with that kick ass
lasagna I made for dinner. Don't laugh, I am a good cook when I put
my mind to it. My life is not all about take out, and there will be
even less take out if I continue to be insulted by my fortune
cookies. The other night I got a cookie that said “he who could
take advice is sometimes superior to those who give it.” Just what
I need, an inferiority complex from my combo lo mien.
I bitch about my neighbors a lot,
because my neighbors are all college kids and I grew out of the get
drunk every night phase of my life about 20 years ago. That being
said there were some neighbors who really annoyed me, they live a
block over on Semple Street and their back balcony can be seen from
my doorstep. Every weekend they would come out and through a keg
party of some sort (mom and dad should be proud that their money is
being spend so frugally) and they would blast their stereo so loud it
sounded like it was in my apartment. To make matters worse they
would climb out on the balcony and sing along with shitty 80s music
like Billy Joel and Cindy Lauper. They weren't good either, they
sounded like the people you want to throat punch on Karaoke night.
Well as potential luck would have it, there was an armed robbery on
Semple Street about a week ago, someone went into an apartment at gun
point and took stuff. Now I admit I am a bad person for saying this,
but I haven't heard the stereo since and one can only hope that was
one of the things that was stolen.
I have mentioned in the past that my
boss comes in and puts on Fox News in the morning, so imagine the
glee that was taking place when they were carrying the Hillary
Clinton testimony in front of Bengazi Committee Version 8.0 at this
point. Not sure why people were so gung ho about having this
hearing, theyb got nothing in the previous 7 hearings to suggest
anything was done wrong and this particular version of the committee
was so committed to their task that they couldn't even be bothered to
show up for many of their own hearings they called for, unless that
hearing involved someone named Clinton and they could get some TV
time out of it. They were too busy making gun clubs and wine clubs
for their committee members to worry about getting to any sort of
truth that may have eluded the previous 7 committees that looked into
what happened. Your tax dollars hard at work people.
Okay, I am outtie, like a belly
button.
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