So, I’m here in the big city. Well, next to the big city. Well, Brooklyn’s still a big city, but it’s not THE…*sigh*
For those of you new to my brain, welcome. It’s nice and roomy in here. Don’t mind the mess. I’ve gone ahead and locked away my parental issues, so they shouldn’t be bothering you, but my issues regarding women are still running loose, so if they start humping your leg, just let me know. My issues regarding insecurities are making sure the place is tidy and should be asking you soon how you feel about them. My issues regarding spelling shold nut be reering there ugly heds. Damn. My issues regarding oral retention should be gnawing on your shoulder and smoking all your cigarettes.
So, no job FOR SURE yet. It’s the waiting that’s killing me. I don’t want to spend money, plus I’m sick (SWINE FLU, SUCKAH), so I’m doing a lot of reading. None of it good stuff, but I’m reading, damn it. Packets of sugar, shampoo bottles, the tags on my clothes…
I’m sitting in a Brooklyn apartment, on my roommate’s computer (A MAC NO LESS, there will be a separate blog for THAT in the future) while it rains outside and I wait for my Zune to charge. Yes. I have a Zune. Bring on the bullshit.
Apparently, New York’s pissed that summer is taking it’s sweet ass time to get here. Personally, I left LA to get some real weather, so you can all blame me. And while you’re at it, you can kiss my ogre butt.
That’s all for now, My Little Ding Dongs. Stay tuned for more nonsense.