If you don’t like this song, then you’re either single & bitter and that’s okay, you’re gay & prefer Big Johnson’s “He's So Fine” remix and that’s okay, or you’re just jive, and that’s never okay!
Anyway, I’m just writing this because it’s 12am and I’m very bored. Otherwise, I would not even take the time to write anything because I just don’t care right now. I’m tired, bored, ridiculously full from eating pizza and PECAN PIE (mmm mmm GOOD SHIT, GOOD SHIT!), uninspired beyond belief, and impatiently waiting to get paid from boss #2.
One Million Mentors
I sadly could not attend the rally. Of the 12 people in my mobile phone contact list, the 4 or 5 who were actually available opted to pursue other endeavors instead. I’m disappointed, but I’m still going to pursue becoming a mentor. It did occur to me, however, that perhaps I should wait until I finally get a car again—it’s been over half a decade—because otherwise, I won’t even be able to take the kid anywhere. I need a got dang car, not a roller scooter, although I do greatly appreciate the donation that was either purposefully or accidentally left in my backyard! (I'm still waiting for the perfect time at night to test it out; I REFUSE to be seen playing with a scooter at my age!) I'm not making excuses, by the way. However, if I'm unable to make it to a mentor's meeting only 30 miles away, then it's quite unlikely I'd be able to mentor anyone, unless they live awfully close to me. The truth is that money is power, which is why...
Forex Markets
I have begun studying the Forex (FX) markets yet again. I quit practicing in 2009 because right when I started procuring big wins, my demo account was closed by FXCM due to expiration. I now have a new account with Oanda, as they are allowing me to operate a demo account indefinitely. Plus this time around, I am foregoing long-term strategies in favor of 1-minute scalping methods. As far as I can tell, mastering the Forex currency-exchange market is my one and only ticket to a better life. My amateurish writing, half-ass good looks, and wildly inappropriate sense of humor just aren't good enough to blast me to success, and that's real. Thankfully, Aspies are supposed to be especially skilled at spotting patterns; I am counting on this supposedly ingrained ability to aid me! What sucks is that the FX market is closed during the weekend. I would love to play with my demo account right now, but oh well!
2012
I watched '2012' last weekend, and it got me thinking. I was going to prepare a potentially long spiel on the subject, but by the time I finished my daily work, it was already 4am (time for Monk on Channel 126) or later, and so I wrote jack shit. I was essentially wanting to say that the world is not going to bloody end. The way in which we as a society currently function might 'end' per se, even though I highly doubt it. Most likely, nothing whatsoever will occur. In case something does happen, however, I'm 100% certain it will be positive, in that it will help propel us to a better age -- one full of love, tolerance, and prosperity. So please wipe 'end of the world' thoughts from your head because the very notion is outright ridiculous, not to mention insane. There will be no death panels, Armageddon, or Anti-Christ (although Mahmoud Ahmadingdong kind of looks like Satan, what with that beard).
Jogging on Friday
I witnessed a slew of joggers today. WTF is wrong with you people? You're not supposed to engage in vigorous activity -- besides sex -- on Feel Good Friday! In fact, you're not even supposed to touch yourself, although others are welcome to touch you. This is in fact the very reason I never bathe on Friday. I sure would love to find a woman willing to scrub-a-rub-dub me down on Fridays because I hate feeling so dingy! Sighs... as I said earlier: Bad Jokes, Bad EVERYTHING!
Dogs and the Wanda Sykes Show
My dog is a bloody lesbian. She fears men, yet she craves the attention of women, especially younger women. (effin Cougar!) It's all my fault, though. I should have never let her watch the Wanda Sykes show with me.
That's a horrible picture of Wanda Sykes, and the second dog doesn't even match the third dog, but WHATEVER!
That's it, folks. This is one of those weeks. The key to writing is inspiration. Without it, you can't get anywhere. And since inspiration is unlikely to return anytime soon -- what with my life as boring as it is -- I am officially going on a Feel-Good-Friday Writing SPRING BREAK!
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