Gets to Typin
Only 11 days left in the month and let's see the blog count for July?..Hmm..okay...carry the one..
ONE
Yeah, I've been slacking. You can blame it on many things. More travel for stand-up than I've ever had before. Still reeling from the 1st ever Take Your Blog to Work Day. Senior-itis
That's what they used to call in high school, the apathy that set in with high school seniors when there was only a few months left before graduation. I suffer from procrastination and a lack of discipline all the time. This blog is a testament to that.
I'd be the worst superhero. Putting off saving people from petty crimes like carjackings and pursesnatching and just waiting for The Penguin to go for his big score. After all, villians ain't just villians on Mondays. It's a lifelong commitment. In fact those guys are more committed and disciplined than their heroic counterparts. They've always got more elaborate costumes, some have riddles, others practice a demonic laugh, and yet others must learn how to cope with their brand new monstrous disfiguration and how to use it to their advantage
Why do we never get to hear about the villians' rehabilitation back into society? You know, when they finally get out on parole and have to assimilate themselves back into everyday normal humdrum...
I wanna see The Penguin sacking groceries. Dr. Octopus driving an ice cream truck through the ghetto. I need to re-route this blog now. Superhero babble never gets the chicks.
So I care. I'm sensitive. I'm a great listener. Since when did listening become an attractive personality trait? It's what everybody does. If someone's not listening it's because the person volleying conversation on the other end is boring. It has nothing to do with the self-centered, disinterested, egotistical man on the other end. It's not our fault. Football has instant replay, that's what conversation with your significant other needs. Because it's always that moment where your concentration drifts off for a second that you miss a vital piece of information..
"So she told me that.."
- get sidetracked when someone walks by with a vanilla cupcake -
"What do you think she meant by it?
Let's go to the replay! Just remember that even in the NFL where millions of dollars are at stake, instant replay can only be used twice a game. So ration out your zoning-outedness fellas. Remember, you'll need to save atleast one for when she reminds you of y'all's anniversary.
ONE
Yeah, I've been slacking. You can blame it on many things. More travel for stand-up than I've ever had before. Still reeling from the 1st ever Take Your Blog to Work Day. Senior-itis
That's what they used to call in high school, the apathy that set in with high school seniors when there was only a few months left before graduation. I suffer from procrastination and a lack of discipline all the time. This blog is a testament to that.
I'd be the worst superhero. Putting off saving people from petty crimes like carjackings and pursesnatching and just waiting for The Penguin to go for his big score. After all, villians ain't just villians on Mondays. It's a lifelong commitment. In fact those guys are more committed and disciplined than their heroic counterparts. They've always got more elaborate costumes, some have riddles, others practice a demonic laugh, and yet others must learn how to cope with their brand new monstrous disfiguration and how to use it to their advantage
Why do we never get to hear about the villians' rehabilitation back into society? You know, when they finally get out on parole and have to assimilate themselves back into everyday normal humdrum...
I wanna see The Penguin sacking groceries. Dr. Octopus driving an ice cream truck through the ghetto. I need to re-route this blog now. Superhero babble never gets the chicks.
So I care. I'm sensitive. I'm a great listener. Since when did listening become an attractive personality trait? It's what everybody does. If someone's not listening it's because the person volleying conversation on the other end is boring. It has nothing to do with the self-centered, disinterested, egotistical man on the other end. It's not our fault. Football has instant replay, that's what conversation with your significant other needs. Because it's always that moment where your concentration drifts off for a second that you miss a vital piece of information..
"So she told me that.."
- get sidetracked when someone walks by with a vanilla cupcake -
"What do you think she meant by it?
Let's go to the replay! Just remember that even in the NFL where millions of dollars are at stake, instant replay can only be used twice a game. So ration out your zoning-outedness fellas. Remember, you'll need to save atleast one for when she reminds you of y'all's anniversary.
posted by Paul at 6:48 PM
3 Comments:
I wish I had instant replay the time that chick flashed me. I can see it in my head but it's getting blurry. Probably because I need memory space for other stuff. Like how to use my disfigurement to my advantage sacking groceries. Can you get chicks that way?
I have some of my best conversations by typing.
And I like cupcakes. Mmm.
That doesn't really make sense to me. I'm gonna go BLOG then watch porn.
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