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Holy crapoli! I've got a shitload of shit to do and I'm wide awake at 5:17 in the fucking morning. I hate my farking sleep schedule!!!
After a little over a year of doing this (happy anniversary to me! gosh Internet time is looong. it seems like I've been doing this for eons.), I finally realized why I do it. I like the idea of being able to talk to people, but you know, I'm not really talking to people. It's quite convenient. I can yammer on and on without stopping. I can dominate the conversation, which is a trait I usually can't fucking stand in real life.
Anyway, I'm shitting a banana here.
By the way, do you guys like these movie posters? Or is it just a pain in the ass to load? Personally, I always enjoyed movie poster art but you know, if it's a pain in the banana to load, I'm all for taking it down cause I can't stand pages that take too long to load. For that matter, can you even see the movie posters? Lemme know okay?
Am I taking the Banana Obsession™ too fucking far already? Nevermind. I kinda like the Banana Obsession™. Besides, anything to annoy Princess Iguana Of The Toadstools is worth the metaphor.
Anyway anyway, I'm shitting a banana. I just realized that I got one of the worst Thursdays coming up in my history of Thursdays. The thing that's really fucking annoying me is, I really want to go to the gym. And I know if I go now, in addition to all this work, which I'll get to, it's gonna throw my whole sleep schedule off.
You see, Veruca Chick finally got back to me and the email was so sad. She wrote something like, "I really wanted to tell you but it was just too hard..." And they broke up around Christmas too. I mean, I don't mean to be a selfish ass, but I am so I'll say it anyway. If I was seriously planning to break up with someone, just on Lonely Holiday Principle, I sure as shit wouldn't do it around Christmas. Anyway, I really wanna see her for lunch today and if I go gym, that'll screw things up cause I won't be able to fall asleep till around three in the afternoon...
Which is when I'm scheduled to work!!! I hate pre-booked scheduling periods. Usually, I have the luxury of coming in whenever the fuck I want, which is why I totally hate the idea of finding a real job, but on certain times of the year, I seriously have to show up cause you know, I've already been paid for those hours.
I hate the state.
Now, I might be able to survive going gym, lunching and being a sympathetic (and extremely nosey, gossip-hungry) ear, and working, but I gotta have dinner with Dental Chick at six. You see, her dad's in Vegas and Balding Flip is working so she's taking this opportunity to make me san-chu-san. (I have no idea how to begin spelling that. It's that steak thing with rice, the sauce, and lettuce and you wrap it all up and shove it in your mouth.) The hell if I'm turning down this red-meat opportunity cause I think the last time she made it for me, exclusively me!, shit, that must've been at least two years ago.
And to top off the banana sundae, Overpublished finally sent me the email. All they need for issue #2 is a page count, and of course, they're waiting for ME!!! There's a sick and sad irony to this cause of course, the article is a fucking MOVIE REVIEW!!! Me!!! How long can it possibly take me to do a fucking movie review. If you're not in a rhetorical mood, approximately three months apparently. Jeezus Christ with a banana, how the living fuck can it take ME three fucking months to do a movie review?!
I'm utterly pathetic.
The thing that's really making me wanna go gym is the fact that... Nevermind.
I just got serious issues with my body already.
All things considered though, I last went on Monday so that isn't all that much of a time lag. Plus, since I'm in a hysterical obsessed mood right now, I've been doing raised crunches every few minutes and...
OHSHIT!!!!! I gotta return the video game to Blockbuster by midnight!!!!
Fuck a banana.
Actually, writing everything out, it doesn't seem like much.
Now I feel petty.
Fark. I just wrote myself into a Prozac prescription.
Almost forgot, finally saw the new Lisa Matsumoto play. The iso peanut one. Sigh. I'd do a Spunker review, I mean it would probably be a nice kokua-kinda thing to do, especially since I'm suddenly socially-related to a certain person, but, honestly... Christ, there's a story-and-a-half right there. Shit shit shit, I wanna tell it so badly but... Fuck. My fingers wanna gossip. Must. Resist. Okay...
On top of that, this is the absolute last time I'm going to see one of those plays in the company of females. Now they're checking out ANOTHER one of the guys which basically nullifies the last Spunker review so...
A barrels of banana creme worms, I swear.
So my Gramma goes to see The Thomas Crown Affair. She actually went before me. And she goes, "Ho Aaron, was good the movie. Good fun. Margaret when tell me, 'Ho _____-chan, must've been good the movie. First time you no fall asleep."
Lemme get this straight now. All this time, all the movies my Gramma's been going to, she's been sleeping through them? Not a hard thing to picture since here, she'll turn on the T.V. and within 3 minutes, she's catching flies.
But there you have it. I thought the movie would be a little too "adult" and people would find it boring, but if my Gramma can survive it and enjoy...
Gosh darnit, I can't get that Nina Simone song outta my head. See the movie and you'll know what I mean. Hell, I'll frickin pay for it for you. Come down to my house with your ticket stubs, limit 2, one for you and your date, and I'll reimburse you. Can't go wrong huh? My address is
Fuck, the computer crashed yet AGAIN!!!!!!!!
