Argle. So aggrivated this morning. I really don't want to be here. I'm grumpy. And for some weird reason I miss kate too much today.
I'm having motivational issues today.
I grew up with the family across the street from me when I was a mini JKREW. The Levines were a nice jewish family consisting of a son who was my age, a sister (5 years younger) and another sister (9 years younger). Anyhoo, the son and I were best buddies for a long time and my mom and I still have a yearly xmas eve dinner with them so we have obviously kept close tabs with through the years.
His birthday was yesterday so kate and I went to his house to say 'alo. Granted, I haven't seen the son for close to three years. We lost touch and grew apart. Over the years it is quite evident that the bonds we had that kept us together as childhood friends have drastically changed nearly 3 decades later.
Most awkward night ever. Kate really isn't used to a normal jewish family get together and if you haven't had the experience I highly suggest you find yourself a jewish function STAT. Imagine a house full of 238 jewish mothers, throw in a dog that doesn't like anyone, 62 aunts named Stella, 59 uncles named Morty and lots and lots of voices attempting to be the loudest.
Good times. It's sort of like a 14 ring circus all pent up in a townhouse. Now don't get me wrong. I love me some jews. The mother is pretty much my adopted jewish mom since I could walk. I love her with a passion but it's just sort of funny to watch kate just sit there with her mouth dropped open trying to take in the spectacle.
Where am I going with this? (Sorry, this post sucks ass). Oh yeah, the son. He turned 30. Motherfucking 30. I'll be 30 at the end of this month. What do I have to show for 30? Here is a random spur-of-the-moment list:
• kate
• debt
• a nice dog
• a non-existent father
• a remarried mom with a great husband
• a 21 year old's car
• an older than dirt second car
• college loans
• a rented house
• extra weight
• a somewhat exciting job
• many part time friends and very little full timers
• a vast collection of pirated music and movies
• a prescription for anti-depressants
• a house full of greasy car parts
• kate
Grrr. I think I should have more. Maybe? I dunno, maybe I'm just right.
Also, biting my tongue is taking it's toll on me more than ever. Why do I have to be the quiet one? Why do I have to play by someone else's rules just to appease a fucking childish, immature, socially inept retard?
Ghey.
I'm getting a motherfucking burrito ultimo for lunch and then I'm going to the pet store to kick some puppies. This post sucked.
I'm having motivational issues today.
I grew up with the family across the street from me when I was a mini JKREW. The Levines were a nice jewish family consisting of a son who was my age, a sister (5 years younger) and another sister (9 years younger). Anyhoo, the son and I were best buddies for a long time and my mom and I still have a yearly xmas eve dinner with them so we have obviously kept close tabs with through the years.
His birthday was yesterday so kate and I went to his house to say 'alo. Granted, I haven't seen the son for close to three years. We lost touch and grew apart. Over the years it is quite evident that the bonds we had that kept us together as childhood friends have drastically changed nearly 3 decades later.
Most awkward night ever. Kate really isn't used to a normal jewish family get together and if you haven't had the experience I highly suggest you find yourself a jewish function STAT. Imagine a house full of 238 jewish mothers, throw in a dog that doesn't like anyone, 62 aunts named Stella, 59 uncles named Morty and lots and lots of voices attempting to be the loudest.
Good times. It's sort of like a 14 ring circus all pent up in a townhouse. Now don't get me wrong. I love me some jews. The mother is pretty much my adopted jewish mom since I could walk. I love her with a passion but it's just sort of funny to watch kate just sit there with her mouth dropped open trying to take in the spectacle.
Where am I going with this? (Sorry, this post sucks ass). Oh yeah, the son. He turned 30. Motherfucking 30. I'll be 30 at the end of this month. What do I have to show for 30? Here is a random spur-of-the-moment list:
• kate
• debt
• a nice dog
• a non-existent father
• a remarried mom with a great husband
• a 21 year old's car
• an older than dirt second car
• college loans
• a rented house
• extra weight
• a somewhat exciting job
• many part time friends and very little full timers
• a vast collection of pirated music and movies
• a prescription for anti-depressants
• a house full of greasy car parts
• kate
Grrr. I think I should have more. Maybe? I dunno, maybe I'm just right.
Also, biting my tongue is taking it's toll on me more than ever. Why do I have to be the quiet one? Why do I have to play by someone else's rules just to appease a fucking childish, immature, socially inept retard?
Ghey.
I'm getting a motherfucking burrito ultimo for lunch and then I'm going to the pet store to kick some puppies. This post sucked.
If I have a girl half as loving/cool/interested in what I'm interested in/interests me in what she's interested in/hawt as Kate, a car that sounds 3/4 as sexy as Dara, and two matching leather couches (you forgot that one) when I'm 30... then I think I'd be happy.
Plus you need to stop bitching about being almost 30 and just tell everyone you're 25. You could probably even pass for 22. I bet you still get carded.
We all wanted to be older faster, when we were kids. Now we would kill to cut 10 years off. Note that your list contained mostly "things." What one should be measured by is not by what you own, but what you give.
Just a thought.