"Maybe you're gay?"
My friend Nikki is analyzing me and has determined that I'm gay. I won't go into the evidence presented, but whatever.
How's that for a witty comeback? "Whatever."
That's what you tune in here for. Craftsman style writing.
I've procrastinated enough... back to work. Or should I say "to" work. I suck.
peace.
gooch:out
Friday, August 07, 2009
Thursday, August 06, 2009
G.I. Joe: The Rise of Gooch
On day TWO of no exercise. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. For me, it could be the beginning of a slippery slope back into the world of "No Gym." This is a bad place for me. I failed in my efforts to keep a soccer team at the field where I've played for the last 2.5 years. Fortunately, another team playing at another field needed to fill their fat guy quota, so I'm in.
I love the fat guy quota. You know, the mandate that every group has one big/fat guy? Entourage: Turtle. South Park: Cartman. A-Team: B.A. Beverly Hills 90210: Muntz (pathetic that I knew that off the top of my head). Sex and the City: Sarah Jessica Parker. Oh, wait... she's not as big as a horse... she just looks like a horse. My bad.
I've got an after-work date today. I'm intrigued at the notion of spending time with a girl that could possibly be not batshit crazy, has a career that doesn't involve changing in dollar bills, and can actually have a conversation that doesn't begin with "I got so fucked up last night."
Oh, I'm so fucking jaded.
Alright... off to slang some tech support.
Peace.
gooch:out
I love the fat guy quota. You know, the mandate that every group has one big/fat guy? Entourage: Turtle. South Park: Cartman. A-Team: B.A. Beverly Hills 90210: Muntz (pathetic that I knew that off the top of my head). Sex and the City: Sarah Jessica Parker. Oh, wait... she's not as big as a horse... she just looks like a horse. My bad.
I've got an after-work date today. I'm intrigued at the notion of spending time with a girl that could possibly be not batshit crazy, has a career that doesn't involve changing in dollar bills, and can actually have a conversation that doesn't begin with "I got so fucked up last night."
Oh, I'm so fucking jaded.
Alright... off to slang some tech support.
Peace.
gooch:out
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Facebook Update that Didn't Make it:
I have the worst time remembering peoples' names. It's not fair that I've been called "Gooch" since the seventh grade and everyone seems to remember that. The only time I'm ever referred to as "John" is after sex. And that's only when the undercover cop calls me "a john."