My Blog

I was at the Rocket Bar with some friends the other
night and I was washing my hands after using the bathroom when I pumped
down on the hand soap rather forcefully (I don’t know why). Well it
went all over my black shirt and it looked like someone had been aiming
for my face, missed and jizzed all down my front. I was able to dab the
soap, or rather rub it in, but it still left a wet streak down my
shirt. One of my friends immediately noticed it and asked me what had
happened and I explained that I had been too forceful with the soap
dispenser. She was actually shocked and pleasantly surprised that I had
washed my hands after using the bathroom. She wasn’t doing so mockingly
either, she was being totally serious. She really believed that I along
with most other guys never washed their hands after using the bathroom.

so was in this coffee shop, i’m still ther actually
writing from their computer. the two people i was sitting with were
talking rather discreetly about something and i find out that it’s
about this old man that is a regular who has elephantitis or somthing,
he has balls the size of grapefruits and they’re pretty visable through
his pants. i know, this is horrible and unfunny and god forbid that
something like that should happen to me when i get older, but i start
commenting rather loudly on how fucking gross it is and how his
condition has gotten worse over the past month. well little do i know,
he is sitting right behind me! ahhhhhhhhhh!

when i was a child my mom got me therapy so that i would
be more organized and less messy. last summer i broke my arm and ended
up staying with my parents for a little while, when my dad took me to
my apartment to get some clothes he was disgusted by how messy it was.
it is a studio apartment so my bedroom is my living area, so all my
shit is constantly on the floor. my mom has vowed to clean my apartment
in december when she has some time off. well a few days ago she got
mad…at me! because she wasted all that money on therapy. it’s not
bullshit though, she did waste her money. in my last apartment my
roommate and i’s girlfriends both claimed that they got rashes on the
bottoms of their feet from walking barefoot on our kitchen floor
because it was so nasty.