Yo Wooing --
So, it is Friday night and I haven't left the house in two days. Yay for me. I am in a major funk, as is usual. I did nothing today but obsess about my weight, my height, and my features ... which then turned into a game of "if I were only [blank], then he'd fall in love with me." And you know who "he" is ... let's call my 7 year failure, oh, I don't know "Blackstar" cuz he's got a black heart. Okay, maybe he's not all bad ... but he's a deadbeat. Remember in my glory days and I gave him all that money? And, now that I'm desperately poor and asked him to help me out? Well, Blackstar wins douchebag of the year. Instead of helping me out with some green, he has bought yet another car. Yes, another car. I swear, that guy has no conscience. *sigh*
Anyway, the other dude in my life ... let's call him "Whitestar." Homeboy thinks he's got pneumonia cuz he inherited my yearly cough. You know, the one I get every year that lasts two months around this time? Yep, he's got it and thinks he's gonna die. Oh, and get this. He was up all night last night on the Wii playing Madden for several hours and proclaimed that his goal for 2009 is to break the top 100 rankings for online players. The man is in his 30s. I sure know how to pick them, huh? On the plus side, he's going to happy hour and doesn't want to drink cuz he thinks somehow alcohol is going to kill him while he's got this cough. Eh, whatever it takes to get him off the bottle is okay with me.
What's up with you?
My life sucks,
Winner
