Probably Offensive

It seems I forgot I even had this silly domain name and a page attached to it to tell tales to the world of my extraordinarily average life. I got to thinking about this page after I got bored enough at work to try to figure out the password to an old screen name I hadn’t touched in years. It got me thinking about what else I may have neglected in my online world(like this blog).

In the last year I moved out of my duplex into a shitty house that didn’t work out for a few months, and into another house that should work out great. New roomie has a dog too so hopefully they can take out some energy on each other and Pretty won’t be so hyper all the time. I have gotten another job, also night shift mind you, and still play games and slack off all night for the most part. I’ve grown 2 mustaches, the most recent is better than the first attempt. I started working out some, and neglected that here and there of course but hey I’m a work in progress. Since the last post where I mentioned I got a dog I have trained said dog to do many things, and she has trained me to do many things as well it seems. I was a groomsman at a wedding which was cool. I know I’m leaving a ton of shit out, but this should suffice for now.

Will I remember about this thing tomorrow, or next week even? Only time will tell… (my money is on no)

i was at some dipshit rockabilly bar and there was only one pool table. nobody was at it so i put in my 75 cents and went for it with my buddy. some goober came out of nowhere and said he won last game so i had to beat him if i wanted to have it open for me and my friend. i whooped this social deeick sucking cocksuckers ass so bad he tried to fight me. i asked him which hole he wanted the 8 in and he did not respond. i chose a respectably tough 80 degree cross table cut shot and sunk it for the win. i shook his hand for the good game and he grabbed on and head butted me. the dude was a good 6 inches shorter so it did not even phase me. i asked him if he was actually trying to head butt me and start shit, and told him to leave before i went to prison for putting him in the hospital. the bar tender lady ended up throwing him out and making me stay for a few minutes because she didn’t want me to hurt him. i wasn’t going to, i kept my cool somehow.

moral of the story: fuck napolean complex douche bags

i want a cocoon. something like the pods they were stuck inside of in the matrix, but more comfy. think of it like a sensory deprivation tank with bad ass padding and a computer, with arm rests and shit so it requires minimal effort to operate said computer. sometimes the real world needs to go away, and a setup to make it do that would kick ass