I miss you too

i feel like i'm letting all 3 of you down. sometimes i shower you with attention and then off i go for weeks at a time with no word from me at all. you have no idea where i am, what's gone on with me or what i am up to.

I'll tell you what though. I'll try to catch you up on what has happened to me the last few days. I worked. Late every weeknight and then 9 hours on sunday. Who works 9 hours on sunday? Don't get me wrong, I understand you have to put this time in..but usually it's associated with your career goals. if i were to have gone to law school and now being a fresh associate at a firm like mine or if i were to be a career paralegal with the certificate to boot, then hell yes, i would work a sunday. but that's not me and i work right now for my paycheck.

but other than that. i saw "waiting" on friday night. while i thought it was overrated, because i actually thought it would have basic characteristics of a good movie, it was hilarious...ala mr. burns (hi-larious). quite simply, the ballsack showing game was brilliant. an entire restaurant or f that, workforce united in trying to trick someone into checking out your coin purse. those scenes were by far the ones where i laughed the hardest. and it's games like that that pisses me off i don't have any retarded games like that to play...no homo.

there was a party. party party party. it was fun. i had some beverages. house spoke in russian and some girl named ivey i got to continuously yell "who the hell are you" over and over at her. simply abuse for a simpleton jack. but it was funny, at least to me.

also, i'm told there was a lot of dude at the party. this is why i like my life for two reasons:
1. i can comfortably hang out in a room of dudes (once again, no homo) because i am on the 5 year plan with the lady who sometimes throws in her tidbits in the comments section. there is no hunt at this point...ladies be forewarned...this doesn't mean i won't talk to you, this simply means there is no line, filter or any other courtesy you are probably used to. which will lead to such interactions like:
girl: "hey, what's up?"
me: "penis"
girl: "excuse me?"
me: "penis"
girl: "why do you keep saying penis?"
me: "Big sle! Check it out! this chick just said penis! haha, you're a whore. you have a filthy, whorish mouth"
big sle: "SLUT!"

i'm laughing to myself right now.

2. usually, i get "drunk" at these parties. and as a result, i can talk to anyone about most anything. why? because i usually forget what i was saying and can have the same conversation over and over. that's not true. my attention span shrinks, so i can talk to a person for about a minute and then get distracted and move to another conversation until 45 minutes later when i find the original person and pick up right where i left off. it's more of a gift than a curse, trust me.

so until next time,
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