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1) I worked eleven hours yesterday, so by the time I got home last night I was sleepy, hungry and pissed off. I knew I was in for another marathon work day today, so I thought it best to hit the sack early. But that's not what I ended up doing. No, instead I stayed up until two in the morning, watching 80's music videos on VH-1 Classic and eating leftover pizza. I'm such a fucking dummy. I feel like giving myself a hammer punch to the nuts at the moment...
2) It seems that some people aren't impressed by my profile on MySpace. A few of the young girls from work came across it the other day, and I was told that my profile makes me come off like an angry, drunken prick. Now, I suppose I could change it--but that wouldn't change the fact that I am, in fact, an angry drunken prick. Bah, what do I care what a few 19-year-old broads think anyway? The other day, a Hall & Oates song came on the radio and none of them even knew who the fuck Hall & Oates were. So fuck them for making me feel old.
3) Oh, and speaking of MySpace, I sent friends requests to several celebs and got denied. Most of the time, celebs are MySpace whores that will approve anyone who solicits them. I happen to like that fact, because I get to have a very eclectic "Top 8," with people like Jenna Jameson and Jerry Mathers sharing a space on my profile. But lately, I've had a few of them turn their noses up at me. Debbie (that's right, bitch, I said "DEBBIE!") Gibson was one, as was Madonna. But here's the clincher... it turns out that all the celebs that have denied me just happen to be the same ones that I've talked shit about in my columns. Is this just a coincidence??? Probably, but it's interesting just the same. I should send a request to someone like, say, Paris Hilton, whom I despise more than life itself. That should get to the bottom of it. But still... what's your problem, Debbie??? Tiffany approved me right away!
Well, I guess I'd better get to hammer punching myself in the nuts... I have to leave for work in a few minutes...
2) It seems that some people aren't impressed by my profile on MySpace. A few of the young girls from work came across it the other day, and I was told that my profile makes me come off like an angry, drunken prick. Now, I suppose I could change it--but that wouldn't change the fact that I am, in fact, an angry drunken prick. Bah, what do I care what a few 19-year-old broads think anyway? The other day, a Hall & Oates song came on the radio and none of them even knew who the fuck Hall & Oates were. So fuck them for making me feel old.
3) Oh, and speaking of MySpace, I sent friends requests to several celebs and got denied. Most of the time, celebs are MySpace whores that will approve anyone who solicits them. I happen to like that fact, because I get to have a very eclectic "Top 8," with people like Jenna Jameson and Jerry Mathers sharing a space on my profile. But lately, I've had a few of them turn their noses up at me. Debbie (that's right, bitch, I said "DEBBIE!") Gibson was one, as was Madonna. But here's the clincher... it turns out that all the celebs that have denied me just happen to be the same ones that I've talked shit about in my columns. Is this just a coincidence??? Probably, but it's interesting just the same. I should send a request to someone like, say, Paris Hilton, whom I despise more than life itself. That should get to the bottom of it. But still... what's your problem, Debbie??? Tiffany approved me right away!
Well, I guess I'd better get to hammer punching myself in the nuts... I have to leave for work in a few minutes...
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