I'm having one of those days. Here is a cut and paste of what I just did over my hotmail account.
Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2007 06:24:00 -0600
From: wendy@leadspringmail.info
To: kaitlyn_40@hotmail.com
Subject: Email Me
Hello, My name is Wendy i am 24/F/USA
would you like to chat? Email me back ill be online all day
Wendy
My response:
RE: Email Me
From: J.J.
Sent:
Fri 6/01/07 10:58 AM
To:
Wendy24 (wendy@leadspringmail.info)
God. All I ever want to do is chat with females who are an unverified 24 and probably some fat fuckin' guy in Kentucky. That is assuming that I'm that fucking lucky. Thanks for the fucking e-mail. Now, go fuck yourself.
-J.J.
By the way, feel free to send Wendy tons of e-mail on behalf of me. Add her to your evites and anything that you mass e-mail. Ihate her.
I really need to find my shorts. This is killing me. Who loses their fucking shorts? I swear to god that this is enough to make me quit drinking altogether. I swear I will. Then, I'll quit smoking and what will I have? Nothing. Actually, probably a kid or something. That's the next boot to drop today. I've figured it out, finally. I will get a call today letting me know that I'm a dad. I'm sure of it. In all honesty, if it happens it may be a good thing. Perhaps a life of paternal bliss is just the thing to stop me from converting my temple (body) into a fucking punching bag. Sometimes it feels like (if you believe in it) challenging God to make a move. It's like I'm looking at him and saying "Dude, if you think you are so awesome. How come I can do this to my body and you can't do a thing about it?" It's either fronting on God or the Grim Reaper. I'll have to think about that. On the other hand, I just might have Sho Kosugi as a guardian angel. I get away with a lot.
By the way, I just name dropped Sho "Revenge of the Ninja" Kosugi. I'm awesome for that.
Ooooh. It's turning into that blog again. All I need is a hangover and some self-loathing and it gets interesting and personal again.
-J.J.
By the way, feel free to send Wendy tons of e-mail on behalf of me. Add her to your evites and anything that you mass e-mail. Ihate her.
I really need to find my shorts. This is killing me. Who loses their fucking shorts? I swear to god that this is enough to make me quit drinking altogether. I swear I will. Then, I'll quit smoking and what will I have? Nothing. Actually, probably a kid or something. That's the next boot to drop today. I've figured it out, finally. I will get a call today letting me know that I'm a dad. I'm sure of it. In all honesty, if it happens it may be a good thing. Perhaps a life of paternal bliss is just the thing to stop me from converting my temple (body) into a fucking punching bag. Sometimes it feels like (if you believe in it) challenging God to make a move. It's like I'm looking at him and saying "Dude, if you think you are so awesome. How come I can do this to my body and you can't do a thing about it?" It's either fronting on God or the Grim Reaper. I'll have to think about that. On the other hand, I just might have Sho Kosugi as a guardian angel. I get away with a lot.
By the way, I just name dropped Sho "Revenge of the Ninja" Kosugi. I'm awesome for that.
Ooooh. It's turning into that blog again. All I need is a hangover and some self-loathing and it gets interesting and personal again.
1 comment:
OMG, my co-worker's dad actually directed Revenge of the Ninga along with Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo. There is actually a poster of it in her house.
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