Saturday, February 14, 2009

VD and Balls

Valentine's Day.


I was going to get my sweetheart a box of chocolates, but I refrained from doing so considering a) my sweetheart is trying to lose weight and b) my sweetheart doesn't fucking exist.

Anyway, I had another irritating day at work, but I at least got to wish my big bro a Happy Birthday in person and finished sorting all the boxes in the backroom.

The customers really trashed the place tonight. I hope the person who left that stack of Mexico travel books by the chairs for me to pick up after accidentally drinks the water while he/she is there. I hope the person who cluttered up the NCLEX books never attains that nursing degree. And to the person who left that pile Bibles in the cafe: WWJD? He'd put the damn books back.

You know, I'm thinking of picking up a book from the football instructional section. I bought my very first football a few weeks ago, and am trying to learn what I was too uninterested to learn as a child.

I can't throw worth a damn. As my friend said: "You kinda suck, man." I expect girls will be taunting each other: "Haha -- you throw like a Vince!" But they can laugh. I'll improve. I don't quit. I'm tenacious. And more often than not, V ends up on top.

Photo taken from www.tyrandall.com
Anyway, I'm planning to catch the first showing of the Friday the 13th remake with my cousin tomorrow. In the slasher movie world, all the people who get high and laid get bumped off. So that's why I'm not depressed about another Valentine's Day flying solo. If I was to transport into a slasher movie right now, I'd be one of the survivors. And it's off to sleep.

PS -- And John:


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