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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Grilled Cheese Bitch

This time I'm let it all come out, this time I'm a stand up and shout, I'm a do things my way or the highway.

This fucking dirty dog has had enough of the insurance business.  I am going to be pwnin' motherfuckers here in a second.  

In the wake of the 8 year disaster, created by another I called life:  I am going to leave a trail of dust for them to choke on.  

Everything is falling into place now that I've turned the heat up.  I should get keys to my place early next week.   

I had a great date last night with an old friend, we totally went dutch on drinks and dinner.  Had nice talks about the lethargic strippers.   We agreed they needed some cocaine or something.  I know the one chick that was dancing last night: I've seen her on free porn sites!  I'm not big on mingling with strippers, that's just how I roll from the darkness of my corner booth with a date hotter than any of them.


I cant wait to move on with my life, Gabby is so overly excited about the apartment.  Her little moments of witty excitement just amuses me to death.


Now we can do all the stuff we've talked about: art, writing, cooking, and kicking people's asses.  


I told the girls "when we get the house, no more grilled cheese, or mac n' cheese, we are going to cook for real!"  They are already assigning themselves tasks in the kitchen.  Olivia likes coffee, there's a coffee shop right below us! 


I am buying some Godiva coffee by the 50lb sack: the best coffee I've ever had!



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