October 7, 2004
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I should really be in bed. In six hours, I’ll be at the airport awaiting to board my flight to Chicago. Too bad I’m not going there for fun. A weekend of relaxation away from Houston is what I need. I guess a weekend of work outside of the area code will have to do for now.
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When I was a kid, I was pretty horny and couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Nothing has changed ’round here except the zip code.
Sounds depressing but it’s not. Frankly, I don’t think I’m capable of sex right now. I am way too tired and your mom is a demanding woman. Just kidding.
That concludes the sexual innuendo between your mother and I.
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As you can see/read, being tired brings out this part of me that wants to make fun of your mom. I’m really not sure where I got this trait from. Wouldn’t it be silly if this came from maternal genes?
Speaking of maternal, my mom called me today to inform me that my dad is crazy. My dad called me about two seconds after I got off the phone with my mom and confirmed that he is clearly insane. I’m totally digging it and can’t wait to be just as looney as he is right now.
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Here’s another thing I’m going to do when I’m old. I’m going to get arrested for a public display of nudity.
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Anyway, my dad wants to get a dog. My mom doesn’t want a dog in the house. I offered up a solution to my dad. I’ll just bring a dog home one day and that’ll be that.
My mom hates dogs with a passion. Everyone knows that. They also know that pissing off my mom is like shoving a metal rod up your anus. It really sucks, hurts, and feels icy cold. Or so I’ve heard.
I’m a good son that wants to help his dad out, but I take nothing up the keester for anyone.
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This is such a bleak entry. I’m in good spirits, but tired as hell. Do me a favor and have fun this weekend. Lounge on a sunny beach and make out with your significant other.
I’ll be trying to woo an account while you woo your sexual activities partner. I’ll take breaks by powering up the laptop and working on good ol’ Illustrator CS. So please, down a mojito for me.
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You lucky bastards.
Comments (4)
since i don’t have a significant other, i hope drunk making out with a stranger works okay…
good luck, or something?
I’ll be painting this weekend for my cuz’s birthday present. Good luck to me..actually good luck to my cuz..
lol
Here’s a solution to the dog problem. Tie a pair of wings and a beak on him and hope to pass him off as a chicken. If it has wings and a beak, it can’t be a dog right? lol. I’ll take that advice on weekend activities but the closest thing i have to a beach is the local abandoned lot with a puddle in it. I’ll let you know how terrible it is so you can have something to laugh at . . . .