awwww yeahh -_-
for the amount of or lack thereof, sleep that I’ve been getting lately. My neighbors need to start having sex earlier in the day. Not cool, man. Not cool. I know it’s Valentine’s Day and all but for you guys it’s been Valentine’s Day for the past two weeks. I’m happy for you and such but seriously? I now know the different spots and positions your wife likes because these walls are paper thin and she seems to be the vocal type. No. NO. NO!
I love having that excuse to fully get dressed up. The vest, the suit, the shoes, the whole shebang. Something about it makes me feel great ( I sound like a chick ). Is it just me? Aren’t there any there guys out there who do find at least some enjoyment in being about to suit up? I’m not talking about those rentals that you used for prom that at least 50 guys that have sweated and jumped around in. I’m talking about the one tailored for you, where it feels so damn comfortable you never want to take it off. Just me? Huh…sad.
You were most likely conceived on tomorrows date.
Enjoy that tidbit =)
- Skip my one class that I have all day
- Avoid climbing— although I’m not sure how well I’ll even be able to resist. Then again, I’d be dry heaving and gagging at the shittyness around me while climbing. I don’t think that’s a good combination
- Pub crawl with some of the guys— followed by some drunken calls either to or from my ex-girlfriends (like last year!)
- Sit around and wallow in my own self-pity
- S-Club with Dan and go find some loose women (haha jk NO).
- Treat it like it is any other day and try not to get pissed off at all the mushiness around me.
I think I’m going to skip tomorrow…
During the final days at Denver’s old Stapleton airport, a crowded United flight was cancelled. A single agent was rebooking a long line of inconvenienced travelers. Suddenly an angry passenger pushed his way to the desk. He slapped his ticket down on the counter and said, “I HAVE to be on this flight and it has to be first class.”
The agent replied, “I’m sorry, sir. I’ll be happy to try to help you, but I’ve got to help these folks first, and I’m sure we’ll be able to work something out.”
The passenger was unimpressed. He asked loudly, so that the passengers behind him could hear, “Do you have any idea who I am?” Without hesitating, the gate agent smiled and grabbed her public address microphone.
“May I have your attention please?” she began, her voice bellowing throughout the terminal. “We have a passenger here at the gate WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him find his identity, please come to the gate.”
With the folks behind him in line laughing hysterically, the man glared at the United agent, gritted his teeth and swore, “F**k you.” Without flinching, she smiled and said, “I’m sorry, sir, but you’ll have to stand in line for that, too.”
The man retreated as the people in the terminal applauded loudly. Although the flight was cancelled and people were late, they were no longer angry at United.