Good Times
by So I'm just bored in lab right now. DOnt know what to do. Thus a wind of idea came across me and I decided to write a journal that everyone can waste their time on reading. I mean, why not? Everyone does it. And I want to be cool like everyone else right.
Who hates getting their car fixed. It's horrible. I mean I can do the services myself at home, like changing spark plugs, oil changes, filter changes, things of that nature. But I can't go and fix the transfer case on my 4 wheel drive vehicle. Who's to know that it's even broken. Do you go and look under the vehicle and expect every point of it before and after you hand it in for service?
I "fractured" or broke my finger playing football saturday. Well I went to the doctor and she said it resembles a fracture, but she wont now for sure unless we get an xray. so she gave me a prescription for an xray, but i have to wait through some referral crap. So i'm not even gonna do it. who cares. it doesn't hurt that much.
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goodNESS thai you're so sexy when you babble....
and you are sexy when you compliment me on my sexiness.
you know what i hate though is when the people at the mechanics get mad at you for not knowing you were driving around on a bad part, making it worse...like, how am i supposed to know i shouldn't drive it??
thats cute. for me to poop on.
Something about a guy changing spark plugs...I think I'll stop
something tells me that you kept on reading though... DIDn'T YOU !>>!>>!??!?!
I thought ths was going to be about that classic TV show from the '70's... alls seto talk about JJ and a youn Janet Jacckson, but no go... DY-NO-MITE!!!
cute. real cute their old guy. real cute.
i forgot that when someone asks me what kind of lame jobs did you use to have... i could tell them that i used to be a mascot for a basketball team.
that was good times !
only wimps get hurt playing football!
i didn't see you saturday... were you perhaps.. AFRAID ?
well maybe thats cause you were looking evenly with everyones kneecaps, maybe you couldnt distinguish mine from all the others, little man.
or you were on the sideline hiding under everyones jacket trying to keep warm.