blues"No turning back now" That's quite likely what the two (2) small boys were thinking as tehy recklessly charged through traffic in an attempt to cross the street.
"If they don't die, someone had better teach them a thing or two about how to cross a street" was all I was thinking as I watched cars slow down and stop for them as they ran across teh road. That and teh number of hot girls who've driven by today, and I've only been here an hour or less. I've also noticed that they seem to all be headed from 1st street towards 17th street....I knew I should have worked a shack over there instead
5:51 auf PM. I saw something similar to yesterday a moment ago. Really hot girl hanging out with 3 young males. We'll call them as the 3 Stooges. To be more precise though, these 3 Stooges were of a sort that is obviously all sorts of prepped up and most likely rich, but they dress either down to the point wehere it looks like they just woke up or they woke up at 5 this morning to do their hair and iron their shirts and pants and polsh their brown, think, uncomfortable shoes. Two (2) of said Stooges were of the first genre, and the last of the latter. Note, though, that all three (3) of tehm had perfectly-placed hair, which made the two (2) of the sloppier-looking ones look even more re-diculous.
Looking at other male passers-by, I've noticed that they'll stare at nearly any female, whether in another car or standing on the side of the road or pumping gas. I admit, I check out the pretty young ladies, and even mate with a number of them, but, Jesus, lots of guys stare at any set of boobs or any bent over ass.
It's sickening.
Especially when I glance at whoever they're staring at so intently and I have to wash my eyes out with soap and water afterward. Sometimes I even throw in a little rubbing alcohol, you know, just to help a bit more. Just in case, just to make sure.
Speaking of help, guess who just came into the shack? Our dear friends the kids who can't cross teh road by themselves. Upon closer inspection, they both have long mohawks. You know the kind: the 'hawk itself is around 3 inches long, and all hte otehr hairs on their head around 1 or so inches long. Weak.
6:24 and rockin to Disturbed's "Believe" (found at this address: http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Believe-lyrics-Disturbed/773D504661A2367948256C28000B92D5 ) from a CD I compiled of my favorite Disturbed songs. Anyway, rockin out, screamin along....my voice hurts.
Mom stopped by, brought me chili. Big thanks to Mom
Ozzy stopped by, talked for a while. Kick-ass Austin, you're the man.
Ready for this one? Christine stops by with Marcie around 8:45. Orders her black cherry and Marcie's Hawaiin Punch. Leaves. Not one (1) word said to me about anything at all.
Thank God.
Praise Allah.
Worship Buddha.
Pay homage to Muhammad.
Pray to Joseph Smith.
Revere any form of any god you want to, but I think I might have succeeded. In what? I dunno, but I feel like I did, and that's good enough for me.
