Regardless of the company. Just another of the myriad of ways in which I roll. Actually, there ain't really a great deal I won't talk about (other than the price of tea in China, of course) in mixed company. Loudly. At great length.
How would one go about getting hisself on msn's Site of the Day feature? Just as a prelude to making Rolling Stone's Hot List, naturellement.
Oh yeah, content. Ideas. All that sort of thing. Too bad about that one, then.
I never really featured the concept of inner beauty until I was fortunate enough to meet her. She glows ethereally. Now, don't get me wrong; the outer, surface package is damn solid, too. But it's what's inside that sets her apart and continues to draw me to her. And she doesn't even seem to be aware of it, it's just instinctive, effortless.
Simple. Practical. Graceful. Elegant. Rarely much in the way of makeup. Her own personal style.
Song of the Night: the Goo Goo Dolls- Can't Let it Go. 2 birds with one stone time. Something off Let Love In and it's also relatively appropriate to my mood this Gloomy Sunday.
I'm really beginning to like them Aly & A.J. chicks. Oh, really? They sing, too? Good for them. Don't care. I've been seeing Aly on some show called Phil of the Future (love love LOVE me some the Family Channel) and, given their (I'm almost positive that they're twins; I know they're sisters) last name...they may just be the kind of good Ukrainian girls that the 'rents always wanted me to end up with.
Being a future member of the Young Republicans of America and all, I do believe that I'll be purchasing me one of them there ethanol stills with the ill-gotten gains from my forthcoming transfer/promotion at work. This will simultaneously allow me to earn some extra cash moneys and to thumb my nose at The Man. Good Times.
I'm sensing a great deal of folks with bathtub-type operations and a new Prohibition sometime in the near future, but I'll double check with the Magic 8-Ball and get back to y'all.
The only pictures I've ever taken in which I'm smiling are them damn mugshots.
Whenever I find myself in a bad place spiritually (which happens even more than I let on), I look at travel guides to my beloved Las Vegas, Nevada and all is right with my world for a spell.
Especially now with this G-string trial dealio going on. Oh, how I miss those heady days when the mob and corruption were commonplace thereabouts. No fucking children allowed. I only like children when they're cooked properly.
The Lakers beat Phoenix again tonight? Wow. I reckon Kobe's figures he's got a bunch of things to prove to the world. I reckon he's right.
On the difficult but invaluable lesson tip: romance is a wonderful thing (said the guy what got married after an 11 hour courtship) but, alas, sooner or later reality intrudes (said the guy what got kicked to the curb via e-mail after roughly 6 weeks). And all you're left with is a stupid T-shirt and this great big fucking HOLE. Perhaps a tat, too.
So, be sure you're, like, compatible and shit before rushing into anything. Ladies, if you simply NEED that last guilt-free, no strings attached fling...I'm your huckleberry. Just dial 1-800-HUNG-LOW, operators are standing by. But only if you don't object to having somebody go down on you for hours on end first, I know some womenfolks don't really care for such things.
I Wish I had me a nickel for every time I've had to answer the phone with ''bitch fucking SHOT me.'' After all, I've me an ethanol still to purchase. Although...if somebody'd click on some ads and use the search bar. And that's all I'm gonna say. Follow your consciences on this one.
Me, I scraped Jiminy Cricket off my shoe many a moon ago.
I'm the personification of the theory that a man is a reflection of what he drives.
Sleep well, kiddies, I'm off to do whatever it is that I do at night. Until manana.