I wañt a girl who plays with the wind.

to fully understand me you need to know that I know that a spindle of new CD-Rs smell like cellary.

I think girls who wear pearls are hot… In that ‘im really not a slut’ way

There are plenty of cute young girls on the orange line metro. It just turns out they don’t get off work until 6! And if they’re reading a law book, there’s a 90% chance they’re married.

the quest continues

I got the (new) old Scion back from the body shop on Monday. I’d been over there a few times to check on it and seen it in various stages of repair. The last time was last week, it was pretty much done but they said that they found something wrong with the left front suspension so the ordered new parts for it and I could pick it up this week. They’re pretty good at doind that, they went back to Geico 3 times to ask for more money for parts. I don’t know if that means that they’re doing a good job or if they just overlook a lot of things? But to me it looks pretty damn good. I can’t find anything wrong with the paint, the only way I can tell that it was painted is inside the liftgate there are some little rougn spots, but nothing on the outside what so ever. It’s actually better than before! They fixed the rock chip that I got in the first week of having the car last year and I got one shiny new rim! Suburban Auto Body seems like they do good work and apparently their work is gaurenteed for life, so that should be good. I wish they could have somehow tinted the windows and fixed the little scratches on the dash. Oh well… maybe next accident.

Later!

If you feel like dancin… then come on! Wow, once that song gets in your head it’s hard to stop it. Damn you Quad City DJs! So here’s what I want to discuss today. I’ve always know that the quality of young women on the orange line is sub par, not all of them mind you. But it’s literally like searching for a diamond. Well since I’m going down to Stafford tonight I parked the car at Springfield and took the blue line into DC today. Let me tell you that the difference is night and day. I think there must be a weight limit to ride that line. I’d say about 110, 120 tops. There was one that I’m sure we’ll see in some congressional scandal in the near future (she didn’t get off at Federal Center, which means it’s probably Capitol South for her)… That girl was hot (deep depp bo be do beep bo)

So then I decided to continue the hot girl safari and get some coffe too. The starbucks down stairs is teeming with hot young professionals. I think I should hang out there in hopes of snaring one. But I will run the risk of becoming a stalker. But there was a mysterious redhead that ordered the same drink as me. Venti Mocha… mmmmmmmmm. No ring on the finger, hopefully she will return!

Later!

It’s pretty much been explained to me that I have a shopping problem. Not really shopping, just buying things. I can’t pass up a deal, which may sound like a good thing. But unfortunatley I don’t think it really matters what the deal is on. I can’t wait for something I want to go on sale. I just buy thing and think, one day i’ll use this. Or actually I think “One day i’m going to want this and it’s not going to be onsale.” Not that I’m burying myself in debt buying things, I’m just not saving any money.

Later!

It’s not like I’m afraid of them or anything, I just hate them. In my life I think I’ve had about 2 good haircuts. Well maybe when I was a kid I didn’t care, but recently they’ve all sucked. Black, White, Asian.. Especially Asian… they all give bad haircuts to me. You know those commercials where you see the person come out of the place all smiling and happy. That’s never me. I bring a hat. So here goes my story today. I’ve been meaning to get a haicut for a while. Not because it’s too long really, it was just all flippy and wouldn’t go where it was supposed to. So I go to the place, old european lady this time. Maybe this would be better?

So first thing I tell her is that I just want a trim. She actually made the comment that she didn’t want to take too much off. Why do they all say that? I know she’s just going to cut too much off. She started cutting little bittly bits off and I started to relax. Thinking, maybe this time will be different. Then it was like she would space out and just cut off a chunk and then have to fix that spot… which made her have to fix the other side too. I mean you can obviously tell I like to have long hair… I came in with it. So if all this chopping wasn’t bad enough then she commits the cardinal sin of hair cutting.

You want to keep the sideburns?

I say yeah just trim then up a little and I POINT to halfway. WHHHHAAAAAA there goes my right one. DAMN LADY! But I can’t freak out on some little old lady holding clippers when I’m surrounded by blue haired old bittys. So I just let her get the other one too. nervously smiling all the time.

So I end up looking basically just like my dad. Which isn’t all that bad, but I came in wanting to look like me. Luckily I’ve learned something through the years. The difference between a good haircut and a bad one is about two weeks.

Later!

what’s a better term for a lower back tattoo. Tramp Stamp? Or Ass Antlers? My new go-to will probably be tramp stamp because I think we need to bring back old words. ‘TS’    reminds me of tramp steamer or charlie chaplin. Capital Idea!

I need a woman who understands that sometimes I need to eat a whole bag of carrots. I don’t even like carrots that much. Its just once I start crunching on them its hard to stop. You just need to know that I’m part guinea pig.

Later!