Veisha weekend in my imperfect world of singledom. Is that even a word? Not veisha, the other. In the world of singledom, which I plan on copyrighting, Veisha is all about talking to old ladies who work in the dorms and talk about her kids who are sooooo succesful. Bullshit. How does a janitor lady produce more succesful offspring than me? Her daughter is a succesful tuba player in the alum band, I'm more succesful bitch. Other daughter, better looking and doable (I'll copyright that too), works for target. Spot on. But I'm not British and shouldn't say that. So no good daughter prospects, I ignore her and she leaves, big surprise. I am a guy who went to a parade by myself (pathetic). Why do I settle for the janitor's kids that I could care less about, unless they are engineering majors. Wow I am a prick right now. Oh well. Daddy needs a new car
Eric,
with a BS degree and I hope your degree provides for me
PS,
I will probably be single for a while
1 comment:
First, glad you stopped by my blog, I love visitors. I feel compelled to come back here and read because you are so funny and I never thought I would read anyone more cynical then I am. Is this really your life or do you make this stuff up? It is beyond me why you have any trouble finding a woman with that brain! Keep on keeping on and I will be back to read, if that is OK.
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