Thoughts for this miserable day...

I simultaneously love and hate Fridays. I love Friday because Friday has never been bad to me. It's never really disappointed. What I chose to do on said Fridays may have been disappointing, but never the day itself. Wednesdays...those I can do without. Fucking Wednesday. It's like the bastard child of Tuesday and Thursday, without inheriting any of the good qualities either posess(Tuesday is cheap night at the movies, and Thursday always has a certain feeling about it due to its proximity to Friday).

Now, the reason I hate Fridays is because I have a tendency to be completely unmotivated to start something new, and it usually causes me to do a mental inventory, or a week in review type thing in my head. (That requires thinking, and I'd personally prefer to have none of that nonsense on a Friday.)

Today is a perfectly miserable Friday. Disgusting weather outside, and apparently, someone forgot to lock up the asylum last night, because all the fucking retards are out, en masse. I have no desire to start something new at work, thus, I'm left to the mental inventory.

Thoughts today: (I'll plant these little seeds of despair in your mind too, so we can share in the joy of depression due to our waning youth)

Adult responsibility: Buying a house. Now, I understand that buying a home is the fiscally responsible thing to do, but I am still fighting it tooth and nail. Why do I want to commit myself to years of misery? (Misery because I hate the city I live in, and it's quite honestly the last place on earth I want to buy a home - refer to earlier comment about escaped retards). I understand people's desire to own something, and to be proud of it, but c'mon...buy a friggin piece of art or something. I refer to my favourite voice of reason, George Carlin.


Fucking douchebags: Who fucking told these idiots they look good?! Like seriously?? That, and what calibre of woman not only DATES these monkeys, but SLEEPS with them??? (I know BigBoy wouldn't even stoop that low).
For more comedy gold, and a self-esteem boost, check out more monkeys on parade. (And since when was orange a natural glow??)


This also brings me to another point: http://textsfromlastnight.com/
I'm guilty of a little schedenfreude, as I thoroughly enjoy having a good laugh at the expense of others, but some of these are just unreal. I mean, I'm no angel...actually, I can be quite the intoxicated tramp, but STILL! Even I have standards. Where are these people, and how have they managed to maintain vital signs this long?? Like, OMFGBBQSAWSW!!1*one!

And finally, because it's Friday, thought I'd share some choons (yes, I said choons...sound it out, kids. If it helps, sound it out with a posh English accent, à la Jimmy Carr)


Buh-bye T-Pain is all I have to say. (where's your boat now, MoFo?? :P)
Jay-Z Death of Autotune


And because I love it, and it makes me feel gushy inside, like when I see a new penis.
Phoenix - 1901

(not the actual video, but I've yet to find that on the intertubes)



Have a weekend.

Good or bad? Well kiddies... that is not my concern.

Love and Sloppy Kisses,
Skippy