it’s fun. we go to the mall to pick up a ring. we eat some chik-fil-a (pronounced “chik-feel-ah”). we sit down in some comfortable chairs and watch the people as i eat my oreo cookie blizzard.

the druggies get a drink of water, go to the bathroom, get another drink of water, stand around, sit down, seem indecisive, go the bathroom, and then leave. there were others too. cool kids, gang bangers, goth kids, emo-ites, socialites, geeks, old fogies, mini sluts, hussies, and dudes.

the shops were closing down, and it was time to go. we left the mall and ventured downtown to a little bar. and, by little, i mean small space. we found lady friend’s friends and grab some unoccupied barstools. i didn’t feel like drinking, so i had a soda (pop). some budweiser “representative” came over and offered as a free bud light. of course, we accepted it, but not until after i asked if she put roofies in it.

the band finally went on and we watched them rock out. they were ok, but nothing special. i don’t know their name, and i don’t really need to know their name. i would watch them again for free, though.

smokers are gay.

two more days, baby. two more days and i’m going to shave my chin. i will be king and you will surrender. surrender to my ’stache, that is.

at first, i thought this mustache month thing was a bad idea. then i thought: what would tom selleck do? what would chuck norris do? these men know the value of mustaches.

fuck geraldo, though. he’s the poster boy for bad mustaches. he should not be allowed to grow hair on his upper lip. cocksucker.

i bought a t-shirt at hot topic in celebration of this blessed month. i’m going to wear it. a lot. you’ll see. the pictures will be on the online.

today is my day off and it’s time to be productive. which means cleaning my car, buying plane tickets, renewing my costco membership, and doing my city taxes.

i don’t know why i was so depressed the other day. yes, i do. but it was stupid of me. what do i really have to be depressed about? i have a great girlfriend, the weather is always nice, i’m not bald, i’m not impotent, and i have a crappy job where i have to wear a tie. well, that last one is a little depressing, but i hope to fix that in the near future.

things could be better, but that’s what i call “room for improvement.” and without goals, we don’t really have much to look forward to, do we?

i need a haircut very badly. there’s never enough time to do anything. i work all the time. now, i’m required to wear a tie. i don’t like ties. i don’t own a tie. i don’t want to own a tie. i’d like to quit my job as a nice little “fuck you” message. maybe i should get a tie that says “fuck you” all over it. that would be nice. that would be… appropriate.

these are the dark ages. it’s easy. it’s best not to think about it. distract yourself. keep your boat afloat. buy your gas and whiskey. hope that the sun doesn’t come out tomorrow. my dreams are all i have and yet i don’t dream much anymore. pa-thet-ic. yes? why are you reading this? why am i writing this?

i have to get ready now. i have to put on my uniform and my happy face and suck some dick. that’s what i do. that’s my job description. “professional cocksucker” thank you very much.

i don’t feel like blogging for awhile. i am hereby going on blog vacation.