Why am I such an asshole? I promise poetry, time and again, and I put eight poems in editorial hell. I promise to myself I'd write lesson plans for Monday and I spend the day watching different versions of THX-1138, building Magic decks (Kithkin Militia: Third Platoon, Vampiric Bloodlines and last (but certainly not least), SimSliver) and watching The Matrix at the VIFF cinema (Jesus, has it really been ten years?). Oh, well; I hope tomorrow today will go better than today yesterday. Meanwhile, adios.
That's my problem too. If i'm at home I completely lack motivation. The only way i can bring myself to be productive is to get out of my place. Anywhere is good. School, Timmy Ho's, Starbucks, my car, the strippers, wherever. Otherwise, the fridge and bed have a siren's call i really can't fight. good luck to you sir.
Yeah, I know what you mean. If I could, I'd start a Swedish family with MLP, Blazej and my bed, heh. The real problem, though, is not the things, per se; it's people and time. I can't focus on anything when these guys are running around outside my room or in the kitchen all day, and I hate the fact that, having a nine-to-five job, I can't stay up late at night and have that incredibly productive 3 AM to 6 AM timeslot all to myself. Argh.
I miss the strippers.
swedish family? does that mean i get to mate with your bed? at least maybe ill have pillows for boobs then...
Blazej: AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It's the opposite of nostalgia now: you miss things you've never had! ;)
MLP: Oh, yeah, that's right. You know nothing of bedfucking, the forbidden fruit (pun intended) of masturbation. I'd ask Blazej to educate the young lady on the subject, but the topic is self-explanatory and the young lady in question regrettably lacks a penis (kidding). ;)
why is that regrettable... i thought you enjoyed my non-penisness.
Sweetie, I'll enjoy you any way you'd let me enjoy you. ;)
I've had strippers! They said I'm beautiful and fondled my bald head.
Awesome! Were they good-looking? Also, why have I not heard of this before (and, in case I have heard of it and promptly forgot it, why was I not reminded of it)? Well, I suppose you've reminded me of it now, so I am satisfied. No further questions, your honour.
I don't know if they were good-looking, I was drunk. One of them showed me a picture of her daughter.
That's very poetic, but not at all sexy. Unless...was the daughter sexy?
No, the daughter was sexy-challenged.
Ah, yes, sexlexia, the silent killer.