busybusybusy...

today got so friggin' BUSY! and so quickly! i was just online, slogging through craigslist looking for housing (always a good time) and suddenly, housing possibility #1 calls and asks me to come up at 5.45 today. all right, cool. can do. then housing possibility #2 e-mails me back and also asks when i can come up for a visit. today? i mean, i will be in town... just, how soon? when do i need to be there? where am i going? who is this crazy man at the wheel? why is he driving my car? AAAAAH!

fuck me right in the ear... when it rains, it fucking pours. well, i'm meeting possible housemate W at the very least. and i want to go to the gym before i leave, and i wanted to stop by randstad... fuck! so much, to do, pant, pant... i'll call randstad, how about that? they should be there... its 1.15 on monday. where else would they be? and why am i always so fucking cold? by the by, i weigh 204.5 pounds. did i say that already, because a bit of the lustre has worn off, but i'm still pleased that i'm looking thin enough for mom to worry and demand that i let her weigh me, and yet i weigh a very healthy weight, meaning i'm losing fat and gaining muscle, the magic formula for looking like a hot piece of tail. which is clearly what i want to look like...

i mean, everyone wants to look hot, right? i'm not like, super more shallow than everyone else, right? i mean, my friends didn't nickname me "vain bastard" in college for a reason, right? that's the sad thing though... when i was with my cousins, i mentioned i wanted to lose some weight, and they were both like, "why, you look healthy!" and the first thing i wanted to say was, "yeah, i may look healthy, but i want to look hot!" and thats the sad thing. no one wants to look healthy, but everyone wants to look hot.

anywhoo, buying time before i need to actually take major action... brother zach wants to get a tattoo and a piercing the minute he turns eighteen. the tat, max from "where the wild things are," dancing on his hip-bone (where all good boys (most of them gay) get a tat). fair enough. the piercing, a lip-ring. eww... i know no one who has made the lipring look good. so the upshot is... zach is soon going to look like a boy-whore. eww... eww eww eww eww EWW!!! sick! DISGUSTING! I DO NOT APPROVE! not that my opinion really matters. but just. sick. blech. i have said my piece.