January 15, 2004

I'm all alone with no one to talk to but myself and my robotic dog

Time has come for wifey to venture away from the nest, I've raised her well but wives reach a certain time when they must go find their way to Atlanta to meet their obnoxious, yet slightly endearing, college girl friends. So what does that mean for old Holtonian... BEER BINGE!!! Oh wait, that has carbs, no good. SEX!! Wait, no wife's gone can't do that. So what are we going to do then? The same thing we do everynight Pinky, TRY TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!! in a video game. A whole lotta civ playin goin on! WOO, man i'm pathetic. But seriously folks, I will miss my wife a lot, it'll be the first time we're apart for a few days. Though I must say I will use all this time to get every ounce of video game playing i can out of my system. On another note, I have the most boring job ever. Eventually i should be doiing something, just not yet. Its times like these at my job that i wish i had a gameboy in my head so i could play games in my mind without anyone else knowing i was playing games... ooooh i smell patent idea. Thats right up there with my mustache trimmer that tells you when your mustache is getting to look too much like a Pornstar mustache. "Your mustache looks like Dirk Diggler... please take appropriate measures..." Thats the gist of it. On another note as law schools still haven't sent me anything I am looking more and more to the possibility of staying here in St. Chattaville. Though I must say our first step would be to move outta Ft Blowglethorpe.... er i mean Ft. Olgethorpe. I could handle flintstone, tiftonia, signal mtn back in the back is nice and secluded, and parts of hixson and redbank, but we're not looking just yet. Though I want to since it means we can move out of this death trap. Like a fat man in a speedo, we were in for a tight squeeze. Seriously we have outgrown this apartment to epic purportions. I don't even bother putting my clothes in the dresser any more because i know if i cram them in their they'll just get rinkled. I just throw them on the floor in a corner and hope the rats don't get to them.

On another note I've ran the past few days working on working out a bit. However the cold, mixed with my defective/out of shape lungs has caused a bit of a cough to develop. Its rather annoying.

Posted by holtonian at January 15, 2004 11:17 PM | TrackBack
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I'm pissed Obscene shows up the one bloody weekend I'm outta town. Oh, he'll tease me via Choltie (hey, my brother might be coming up this weekend) but he'll never close the deal.

CHOLTON IS A SPACEMAN!

Posted by: JosiahQ at January 16, 2004 07:25 AM

hmm. I guess the rats were actually following you around.

Posted by: Lutz at January 16, 2004 09:23 PM

So I guess that this is your Waterloo...
And you're about to be Napoleon Blownaparte!

Posted by: rob at January 17, 2004 11:17 AM
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