What if I have to piss? Then we will all urinate together. You promise?
I got off on such a tangent about my weekend yesterday, I
forgot to mention one important tidbit. I found out at
pseudo-college friend get together that this guy Valenta
popped the question on this chick he's been. She's pretty
cool, and makes these happy hour go by without me wanting
to slit my wrists. She's really cool, and knows more about
movies than I do, which is always a plus and often a
But still, the back of my mind has some kind of problem
with the whole thing. It's them...they're definately
really good for each other...I think it's the fact that,
for me, there goes two more. Two more leaving a group that
is already dwindling. It seems like once people reach a
certain age, or graduate from college, they schedule in
marriage, like it's a trip to the dentist. I think that's
why like 50 percent of all marriages end in divorce. No
one loves anymore. It's become something to do.
Do you want to rent a movie this weekend? No, how about
heading out to the club? No? I know let's get married,
nothing else is really going on, and I know this great
chapel down the street.
Like it's a fucking restaurant.
Oh, and for the record, I haven't bitched about work
recently, but don't worry, it's it stills sucks monkey