So yeah. I could rant and rave about the lack of enthusiasm i have for going to work. Or about how I don't think there is anything wrong with tattoos or getting peirced. (Though I won't spend my money on something that a simple picture could do or a regular peice of jewlry that with my luck a peirceing would end up getting infected. DONT ARGUE WITH ME I KNOW MY BODY!))
I could mentioned my underlying feelings on politics. Or on the downward spiral humanity is takeing. (but i seriously don't care all that much to. If you can't see it that's not my problem.) Of all the things I could rant about the only thing I can seem to think of right now is.
How akward it is to have someone you know ask you for advice on thier sex life! Granted this happens often and sometimes it's alright. But it's the person who spoke with you that makes it akward. While I won't say any names I can say that the likely hood of talking to this person was low for awhile and I could feel no end to how akward it was coaching said person through a relationship issue. sweatdrop
"Oh sure no problem here's my take on it." Meanwhile, a giant neon sign appears above me that say nice guy's finish last. Oh well. If last place allows me to help people no matter how akward i'm quite content. biggrin
 Jaret Shuza Hikari · Sat Apr 15, 2006 @ 10:41pm · 0 Comments |
