Well, That Makes Two of Us
Indeed, that makes two of us my trollupy Womanofscorn. I have no life either, although I do find it particularly disturbing. At this very moment I wouldn't mind seeing some grind action (whether it be girl on girl, girl on guy, nails on a chalkboard). Bah.
This is supposed to be a great freedom weekend. No parents bitching; nothing that needs to be done. Instead I feel like the silence has snuck up in the dark and goosed my fat ass. The silence is somewhat nice I admit. But most young people would take this opportunity to do something wild and crazy. Stay out all night partying, watch some indecent but juicy porn, invite friends over and play silly games or watch the same juicy porn and snicker at the fake innuendos and cheesy dialogue. It's bad enough that at my age I'm still home.... but at times like this it makes me miss the friends my age that I have living miles away. I love my 'old ladies' as you call them, but DAMNIT. Where the hell are my drinking buddies when I need them? (4 hours away I say.........well sheeeeeeet!)
Any of these time-passing and goofy options would be acceptable to me. But no, I am here - alone and bored off my ass. I finally get the tv all to myself and it doesn't interest me. There's nothing good on anyway, damnit. And the pay-per-view adult channel is too damn expensive. I'm still a cheap beeyatch.
I envy you your redneck man and your backwoods doubledecker hillbilly club, wosy of mine. Hurry up and move your ass over here near me so I can have someone to create chaos and mayhem with. NOW!
Should I be this bored and pessimistic at 28?