Shit that Pops into My Head

Whenever I'm at a restaurant, in my dojo, or on a bus, I wonder if attractive girls that I exchange glances with is thinking:

a: She wants me
b: I remind her of her Father.

Or, if she's a stripper:

c: All of the above.

Happy Halloween, shitheads.

goochout.

Rebel Without Applause

Stormtroopers:

 

I wish I'd thought of some shit like that Death Star Blowing Up Alderaan pumpkin carving genius (see above). I went to a friend's house high on four cups of "Hair Bender" coffee and carved a pumpkin that makes Corky look like a MENSA candidate.

 

Where did I get all of the "makes your piss smell like a Starbucks" strength coffee? I was at a wedding reception. Prior to the reception I sat in my car, too anxious to go in. Social anxiety had reared its ugly head. Once inside I needed something to drink and since I don't hit the sauce, coffee was my next option. Because yeah, when you're nervous, a shit ton full of coffee is just what the doctor ordered. If your doctor is Kevorkian.

 

The reception: A beautiful reminder that love is possible, that I hate going to things by myself (but always do), and that I always err on the side of casual when deciding how I should dress for an event. I seem to bring business casual to formal dinners wherever I go.

 

I buddied up with a girl who also showed up solo to the event. We seemed to be able to talk forever. Partly because we got along and partly because we were relieved at not having to stand around by ourselves. People assumed we'd showed up together and might even be in a relationship somehow. Such a social connection, such a bond forged in such a short amount of time. We went over to a table together to visit with some mutual friends. I excused myself to the restroom and when I came back she'd pretty much bolted from the party.

 

Most of my social interactions are awkward, it would seem. 

 

Anyways, after the party I went to carve pumpkins and quickly churned out the most retarded looking pumpkin ever. Then I went home and woke up with a coffee hangover. Then I watched the UFC fights that I'd downloaded the night before.

 

End Brain Dump: Now

 

goochout