Saturday, February 4
Thursday, February 2
Wednesday, February 1
Apparently, graduate school is like a do or die camp. They want to see who will last the 2 to 5 years of hell. Last kids standing with a decent GPA wins. The prize? An existence of hard work and no play, a constant stream of suicide ideation, psychological instability, caffeine addiction, and a life-time supply of sweatpants and sweatshirts.
Tuesday, January 31
Monday, January 30
Crazy is a family trait. It is my hope that if my future child receives half crazy genes, he/she will turn out semi-normal.
My father is going to the bar tonight to go drinking with a white buddy. It is Monday night, he is like 54 years old, and he is Asian. What the hell? I told him not to get drunk and he responded, "I never got drunk. Only once. At Uncle Ray's wedding."
My father is going to the bar tonight to go drinking with a white buddy. It is Monday night, he is like 54 years old, and he is Asian. What the hell? I told him not to get drunk and he responded, "I never got drunk. Only once. At Uncle Ray's wedding."
So the days are getting longer and warmer and you know what that means. Spring fever. Looks like things are back in action. All my friends are dating and all hell is breaking loose. If you can see from my previous blogs, about 10 months ago, my friends were getting into some crazy booty love shit. I'm glad I have this blog. It traces the pattern of tom flooery throughout the year. Dear Jesus. Let's hope this spring and summer bodes a better fall and winter.
Sunday, January 29
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