2004-11-09
8:48 p.m.
Scar Boy was the cutest of them all.
Okay, okay. So four more years of some fucking moron. I'll survive.
I'll still ride around with the windows down year-round (but not in the city), I'll still blast Queen and think I'm the shit.
I'll still wear low-cut shirt because, let's face it, my boobs are incredible.
And speaking of...how embarassing when you realize that your instructor keeps standing behind you because he's looking down your shirt? Glad I wore my good bra that gives the lifting action and not the fuzzy, popped elastic one. Oh and I'm glad he's HOT HOT HOT too. He's even got this enourmous scar on his calf that I find incredibly sexy. He says it's from a Water Skiing Accident.
As far as my Bullsouth training goes...they might as well change the name of the class from "Bullsouth DSL support" to "Reintegrating Inmates into society". The place is full, full, full of deviants and freaks, like Methadone Boy, Scar Girl, Smells Kinda Like Dirty Diapers Lady, and my favorite, Hey Are Those Real guy. (They are...and they're FanTASTIC!)
I get this feeling sometimes that my life is like Dilbert meets Eyes Wide Shut. Both of which I hate.
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