Sunday, March 8, 2009
I really have nothing interesting to talk about. I think too fast for my own good sometimes because I had a lot to say, and now, I have no idea what I want to say except for a few random blurbs here and there.
Here are some random, totally unimportant, uninteresting thoughts that are going through my mind. I swear I had more interesting thoughts a second ago, but it slipped my mind.
-- I just thought about how not-hot Malaykham's boyfriend is. Because I saw him today and he looks downright average and not muscular at all. She needs to stop telling everyone how hot and fit he is, when he is in fact, not. I mean beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, but when your boyfriend looks like a beer drinker, don't tell every one he is a body builder with 10-pack abs. Use other words like "handsome". She talks about him a lot, and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. Every one and their mom knows about him and wonders about her superman. It makes her look like she's saying all kinds of stuff to keep her satisfied with what she has. He's not bad looking though. Just not hot, like she preaches every effing day.
--This is really mean, but I purposely avoided going to roller town with Teaonee and her sister on Saturday. I realized how much I only like hanging out with her at work. I get so tired of her talking about all the guys she likes and encounters and how hot and bothered she gets just thinking about them. It's such a one-sided conversation. She throws so many names out there, and the only thing I know about each of these guys is that they have a penis ( that she blatantly wants) and she expects me to know each one by name and verbal characteristic. I have also never seen these guys in person. She really annoys me when we go out to places because she is stuck texting a certain "Johnny" or "Nick" or [insert typical guy name here]. And the more annoying part of that is that she wants me to read it like I care or something. I'm tired of being victimized just because I like to listen. And that's why I avoided going out with them on saturday. That and she invited one of her penis pals and I didn't want to see her " I want sex in the bathroom" impulses.
--After that, I just lost my train of thought. That happens to me a lot lately.
Here are some random, totally unimportant, uninteresting thoughts that are going through my mind. I swear I had more interesting thoughts a second ago, but it slipped my mind.
-- I just thought about how not-hot Malaykham's boyfriend is. Because I saw him today and he looks downright average and not muscular at all. She needs to stop telling everyone how hot and fit he is, when he is in fact, not. I mean beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, but when your boyfriend looks like a beer drinker, don't tell every one he is a body builder with 10-pack abs. Use other words like "handsome". She talks about him a lot, and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. Every one and their mom knows about him and wonders about her superman. It makes her look like she's saying all kinds of stuff to keep her satisfied with what she has. He's not bad looking though. Just not hot, like she preaches every effing day.
--This is really mean, but I purposely avoided going to roller town with Teaonee and her sister on Saturday. I realized how much I only like hanging out with her at work. I get so tired of her talking about all the guys she likes and encounters and how hot and bothered she gets just thinking about them. It's such a one-sided conversation. She throws so many names out there, and the only thing I know about each of these guys is that they have a penis ( that she blatantly wants) and she expects me to know each one by name and verbal characteristic. I have also never seen these guys in person. She really annoys me when we go out to places because she is stuck texting a certain "Johnny" or "Nick" or [insert typical guy name here]. And the more annoying part of that is that she wants me to read it like I care or something. I'm tired of being victimized just because I like to listen. And that's why I avoided going out with them on saturday. That and she invited one of her penis pals and I didn't want to see her " I want sex in the bathroom" impulses.
--After that, I just lost my train of thought. That happens to me a lot lately.
Everyone has their reasons to blog. You're doing fine Masahiro. Some blogging days are better than others. Hehehe. Makes it sound like job.