and it was me! so, why is it that we figure things out just a little too late most of the time? I get to the gym, and man does something stink (i’m sure you know where this is going, and you’re right). every time i point my nose to the right or left, man it really smells funky. well, it’s because that is where my shoulders are, which happen to have my shirt draped over them. funny place to find it, i know, but hey, whatcha gonna do? so i was thinking ‘wow, i just took a shower not 24 hours ago, and up until now i had not done anything strenuous; what’s up?’ well, a little covert investigation (trying to sniff around whilst maintaining your cool, so no one suspects you can be difficult work) led me to the real culprit: the shirt, not me. ok, the shirt stinks like mad; what happened?

wait a minute, this seems awful familiar... oh yeah, i did this same thing mutherfunking less than a week ago. well, let’s get this straight: my socks don’t stink, my ass doesn’t stink, my pants don’t stink, my ‘pits don’t stink... my shirt stinks. it’s cursed, i guess? it’s not me, dammit, i smelled myself and i smell wonderful, but that shirt –through two washings – stinks within a block. look, i know i said that i was stubborn and wasn’t going to give up on this shirt, but apparently i’m a liar! fuck that, it’s in the garbage already. it’s now been washed twice in the last 4 days and it still reeks. not fair, and um, not again. take this stink and shove it, i ain’t wearin’ that no more...



hours in a day
why is it that i have to sleep 1/3 of my life? that just sucks. i once read a book in which there was a mention of some people who only sleep like 2-3 hours a day, and wake up refreshed anyhow, ready to tackle the other 20 hours.... boy i wish! i mean, i like my sleep, but that’s because i need it! today for instance, i slept in until 9am. then up to do breakfast and go look at some manufactured homes (which, by the way, are really really nice!), and do lunch. before i know it, after those few things, it’s already almost 3pm. and shit, now that i’m back and blogging, it’s almost 5:30pm. i was gonna wash the 4runner and take the dogs out to the park, but it doesn’t look like i’m going to have time! shit, if i could have done with just 3 hours of sleep last night, gotten up around 3am.... it’d only be 1pm right now, and i could do all i wanted to and take a nap. not that, um, i’d want to, if i was refreshed after only 3 hours. shit, i could fit in a jerk off session or maybe cure cancer, i don’t know. the point is that i could get everything done. and still have time left over.

shit. time to go to bed. damn. well...

peace.

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