What are YOU doing tonight, GJ? Dreaming about blogging. Ew.
***Ring, ring, new text messages everywhere, blowing up, blowing up. Hey GJ, can I get your number? You got plans tonight GJ? It’s the weekend, starting on Thursday (or is it Tuesday), where is the party? *sigh* Everyone wants the Girl Job, even the guys. ***
Just kidding, I am not THAT popular. But I was loser as a teen, so now that I have at least ten friends, I feel so popular. And seriously I only party so much ‘cause my soul is dead and empty inside. No, that is not true; its just fun as heck. I do visit an imaginary website when I am in an uncomfortable situation: www.im-dead-inside.com. I didn’t make that up (credits to JKa of L-town, LI). Don’t bother trying to visit that site; it’s only in my head. Wait a minute. Do you know what is so fucked up? I am on the net all day at work, sometimes after work and now in my head too. I had a dream I was blogging the other day. For Christ's (sorry g-doll) sake, I was worried abut being an alchy, but I am really a net-aholic. Pathetic!
Ok Geej, Enough feeling pathetic, let’s be awesome again. There is only one person writing this blog, though she sometimes feels like a few people at once. Like, sometimes if I am (she is? I'm 1st and 3rd) home alone and on my futon watching some gurfrends or maybe a netflix dvd (how great is netflix, btw?) and I am just like, “God, (sorry g-doll) is anyone else here as tired as me?” If everyone is tired, then GJ hits the sack.
Moving on. Last night I went to Chinese No. 1 with some kids. Eh. That’s all. Eh, Kind of a lame place. Moved on to Orchard. Eh, Again. But you know why? I was sandy stoner last night and just stared off to space. No more stoning on the fun nights. Tonight is going to be GJ promotion night. Making the rounds and handing out my fliers. I am expecting fun. Also in the works for this weekend is the Idiotorod shopping cart races and maybe a little F. Starlite at knitting factory.
Shit, how could I forget to tell all my gjsters? I got this text message from Grace last night:
*The life of dick: I only have 1 eye, my hair is a mess, my relatives are nuts, my neighbor is an asshole and my best fr**
That was it. Grace finish your joke! Please comment with potential finale’s to the joke.
Pet peeve: People who don’t finish what they start, relating to GJ or not (Ew, JK). That’s why I can't give up the blog now.
There is so much blog left in me, I have 24 (almost) years of stories to tell you guys. It will all come soon. Now, I got to go download some songs. First I need, “I want to dance with somebody” by Whitney Houston.
I DO want to dance with somebody who loves me, tonight.
Love, GJ
Just kidding, I am not THAT popular. But I was loser as a teen, so now that I have at least ten friends, I feel so popular. And seriously I only party so much ‘cause my soul is dead and empty inside. No, that is not true; its just fun as heck. I do visit an imaginary website when I am in an uncomfortable situation: www.im-dead-inside.com. I didn’t make that up (credits to JKa of L-town, LI). Don’t bother trying to visit that site; it’s only in my head. Wait a minute. Do you know what is so fucked up? I am on the net all day at work, sometimes after work and now in my head too. I had a dream I was blogging the other day. For Christ's (sorry g-doll) sake, I was worried abut being an alchy, but I am really a net-aholic. Pathetic!
Ok Geej, Enough feeling pathetic, let’s be awesome again. There is only one person writing this blog, though she sometimes feels like a few people at once. Like, sometimes if I am (she is? I'm 1st and 3rd) home alone and on my futon watching some gurfrends or maybe a netflix dvd (how great is netflix, btw?) and I am just like, “God, (sorry g-doll) is anyone else here as tired as me?” If everyone is tired, then GJ hits the sack.
Moving on. Last night I went to Chinese No. 1 with some kids. Eh. That’s all. Eh, Kind of a lame place. Moved on to Orchard. Eh, Again. But you know why? I was sandy stoner last night and just stared off to space. No more stoning on the fun nights. Tonight is going to be GJ promotion night. Making the rounds and handing out my fliers. I am expecting fun. Also in the works for this weekend is the Idiotorod shopping cart races and maybe a little F. Starlite at knitting factory.
Shit, how could I forget to tell all my gjsters? I got this text message from Grace last night:
*The life of dick: I only have 1 eye, my hair is a mess, my relatives are nuts, my neighbor is an asshole and my best fr**
That was it. Grace finish your joke! Please comment with potential finale’s to the joke.
Pet peeve: People who don’t finish what they start, relating to GJ or not (Ew, JK). That’s why I can't give up the blog now.
There is so much blog left in me, I have 24 (almost) years of stories to tell you guys. It will all come soon. Now, I got to go download some songs. First I need, “I want to dance with somebody” by Whitney Houston.
I DO want to dance with somebody who loves me, tonight.
Love, GJ
2 Comments:
end of joke: my best friend is a cunt.
no no its my best friend keeps jerking me around.
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