So it is now 257 in the moringin on friday and i am at my parents house sitting on the computer i worked for 15 hours and then i rode the bus to salmon arm and now i am writing on this thing because i have nothing better to do ona friday night. I should be doing important things like partying right now. Or i should be at home with the girl i convinced i was worth some time. We would be in her bed or my bed wondering why the mormons frowned upon the acts we were in the middle of commiting but i am in enderby my hometown waiting to watch a friend marry a girl. It is awesome for him but it makes my situation look dire. I was lonely and horn y before. What of now what the hell is this going to do to me will i be able to handle this at all or will it be the final staw that will break my donkey back. what the fuck am i going to give him for a present i have had no time to shop becuase i am greedy and stupid and romantic and thought that if i work hard my life will make sense well i have alot of money now and i am tired but life doesn't make anymore sense. I forgot to pack my tie so i have to go to a thrift store tomorow and buy one i hope that the old christain woman with grey hair and a fat ass and some god awfull ten year old flower print shiert doesn't smell like old books that have been kept in a damp basement. My dad said that he would let me use one of his ties but i told him that they just weren't ugly enough. "YOur going to a wedding not a circus" and my simple reply to this query was "i havent seen these boys in years and i have to impress i can't let them down."
The TV is running something about how to get abs in just six seconds. Loose a dress size, tone your stomach and even get rock hard abs. "Tell us how cunt." my dad yells at the television as his rests his coffee on his stomach that at one time won over my mother becuase it was fit and trim but now it is the belly of a man who has eaten and drank enough to be fifty years old.
I just can't stop thinking about my frined getting married little neil. I wonder who will be their will big testosterone harley be there or chronically wierd wes and what ever happened to the disgustingly smart chris. And why the fuck do all smart people seem as if they are evil. Is there something that makes us dumb bastards nice. Am i nice or am i just blind to my own dinkness.it is now 312 and this entry has become a seventeen minute adventure. Does it make any sense is it all just rambling. Why the fuck is this room so quite my own typing fingures are enough to drive me mad. Like the chattering of a seventeen year old girl on the bus who thinks her exploits of sex and drugs are solving her problems and making her life more worht living. Maybe if she gives more bastard older men blow jobs on the park bench she will become happy.
Why does every one hate chumba wumba. I just foudn the CD for 4 dollars i thought it quite a steel. I am going to listen to that song that ehy had that was really famous tub thumping and i am going to giggle like a school girl i am going to think how angry people get when they hear it.
so when i went to put the cd in the computer it fucked everything up and i evenetually gave up and then had a bath which i fell asleep in and went to sleep it is now 858 the next morning and i am up becuase my paretns are fucking loud.
What i meant byt the fact that i was goin to listen to that song that pisses everybody off is that it makes me sort of happy cause i can think of the reasons why people hate it so behemetly is because they feel stupid becuase they loved it so much at one point for no reason at all becuase everyone else liked it then they heard it too much. this is the point when some of you comment BUT I ALWAYS HATED THAT SONG WELL good on ya but it is a really good song. I am just thinking about all of this becuase ti seems that either i have really bad taste for never hating stuff i used to like or i am just not normal fuck what ever.
it is too early for this shit later by.
