Well, my plan worked. Everyone is gone and there is nobody to read/write entries. All mine! mwhaahaahaa. Anyway, it’s been awhile and I just wanted to start off by telling everyone that they are gay.
For news, well, I ran into a long lost brother: III dog. I was standing outside of an academic building dreading the fact that I had to go to class and up walks the one the only. But, does everyone know that grad school is for fags? This shit blows and if you ever feel any inclination to lead a more fulfilling life and escape your wage slavery–don’t. Yes, that’s right. You have an eyewitness that is telling you. Live an unfulfilling, selfish life. Work, put in your eight hours, go home, and forget about what hell you just went through. The beauty of work is that you can leave it at the office if you want. Grad school is gay. I’ve actually decided to do my reading for once and now all I do is fucking read. Read, Read, REad. And, some may say, “well, that guy is lucky. He is enlightening his brain and reading interesting stuff.” Well, if you think that is the case you are sorely mistaken. Nothing is interesting in my course of study. I mean, does anyone find gender roles in Antebellum (pre-war) America interesting? No, only man-hating lezzies. Well, I guess I miss not reading cool stuff and listening to people talk about it.
On another note, all the nay-sayer can eat a big fat because the Giants won the Super Bowl. Yep, that’s right, Giants. As for shit-talk for upcoming events, Red Sox are looking to defend their championship. Unfortunately, I’ll be stuck watching the National League suck the big one.
Anyway, I’ve got to go eat dinner at 7 -11. Ahh, the good life.
Also, stoney, suit, roughty, and twitch are gay.
Stoney Wage Slave 