I think the more upset I get, the less and less I start to care about things.
For all you interested, I do believe that this is day five of my brother and his girlfriend playing video games until all hours of the night...
Oh, I forgot to mention! The porn star Menage A Trois (yes that is her name) was on Howard Stern tonight. She says she has a 7 (?) inch tongue, and her best feature was that she can deep throat a guy and lick his ass at the same time. Now that's a girl you take home to mommy!
I love how my brother calls me g. It's so hip, so cool. He grew up on the mean streats of Harlem, the ghetto you know. So he has a whole different lingo he uses with his homeboys. I feel honored that he considers me one of them.
Someone just told me that they could see me as a "glittery gay guy." Boy is that a relief, I always saw myself as a jeans and cowboy boots kinda gay guy. :)
*sigh* Must go to bed, must sleep. I hope I'm irritable because I'm tired... but I don't feel tired. I have no excuse.
My limey friend Andrew doesn't update his LiveJournal enough. He really should be more punctual about updating it!
I'm at work, it's quiet. I'm waiting for my cousin to call me so we can go and turn in our appartment applications. Yay!
I got Postgresql running on my Sparc box.
All my "friends" are lazy and haven't updated their journals yet today.
I'm trying to decide whether or not I'm feeling anti-social tonight. What do I feel like doing... Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm