Tuesday, January 07, 2003
oh yeah, and i don't really know the lyrics to that song. but yeah, shoot me in the head. i wish i was bon jovi. that would be a pretty sweet deal. that guy seems pretty pimpin, even if some people think he's a knob. when i saw the triumph thing at his concert, he didn't seem all that bad. and i bet he gets tons of groupies if he wants them. and that dude is married to heather locklear, so he gets to hang around her. i bet she'd do anything when she's drunk, she married some dude from bon jovi. who wouldn't want to be around her.
but anyways, i have a confession to make about my post from a few days ago. before you ask, it has nothing to do with she-males. its abotu that underwear. i ordered it online, but where did i order it from!!!!!! fucked.... old navy. i'm a tool. don't hate me because it was on mega-clearance at amazon.com. i've never owned anything from old navy before. i have that grey shirt from the gap thats treated me pretty well. now i have this shirt i got for christmas that i will probably never wear from abercrombie and whatnot. underwear from old navy? see before, if someone thought i was stupid because of it, i could always say it was a gift. because both those shirts were gifts. if someone gives me something i like, i'll use it, even if it is overpriced. now i'm just another dude with old navy underwear. maybe i will start acting all respectable like now. this underwear could change my life!
but really, who cares. i thought i did. i even posted about it. but its underwear. why it even deserves thought is unknown. underwear without holes will be nice though.... boxers that don't let my balls fall out through the busted seam in the crotch! living the high life!!! the funny thing is, it took me this long to get new underwear. i have all this stuff i've had sine like junior high and high school in my dresser. i have 4 pairs of underwear that actually fit me. 2 of these pairs have large holes in them somewhere. most of the time, i'm wearing underwear that is many years old and doesn't fit at all. half of the rest of the time, my underwear is held together with electrical tape. the more i think about it, the more i laugh about it. i mean, seriously. who the fuck fixes their underwear with electrical tape instead of buying new ones? it has worked for months and months and months......
there are certain things i used to hate doing. things like changing in a locker room, using a public restroom, buying underwear, you kind of get the gist. drunkeness has cured me of my fear of nakedness. it really doesn't matter. it is definitely funny when someone is in their underwear when they should be wearing pants. sometimes, that person happens to be me. i've accepted that fact, and don't really care anymore. hell, i got naked in front of a bunch of strangers, and then let them video tape my naked wang. that was a huge step towards normalcy, as wierd as it may seem. buying underwear isn't so bad, i guess. i mean, its just not the sort of thing you do when you are out doing stuff. you kind of go do that alone. when we go to fred meyer, the people i'm with don't want to wait for me to go find new underwear, and then stand in line with me as i buy it. not that it really matters, i'm sure they wouldn't care too much, but that kind of behind the scenes stuff is done on your own time. and i don't shop on my own time. anything worth getting can be found on the internet, and anything i need can wait a few days. when i actually buy stuff, its because i've needed it for a long time and am just now getting around to it. i still can't piss while other people are around. i can't explain that one. even when it was just matt and katy here, i had trouble sometimes. explain THAT one. not being able to piss in your own home because your roomates girlfriend is over? does she care if i'm taking a leak? doesn't she suspect thats whats going to happen when i go in the damn bathroom? why am i the way i am? i have no idea.
but anyways, i have a confession to make about my post from a few days ago. before you ask, it has nothing to do with she-males. its abotu that underwear. i ordered it online, but where did i order it from!!!!!! fucked.... old navy. i'm a tool. don't hate me because it was on mega-clearance at amazon.com. i've never owned anything from old navy before. i have that grey shirt from the gap thats treated me pretty well. now i have this shirt i got for christmas that i will probably never wear from abercrombie and whatnot. underwear from old navy? see before, if someone thought i was stupid because of it, i could always say it was a gift. because both those shirts were gifts. if someone gives me something i like, i'll use it, even if it is overpriced. now i'm just another dude with old navy underwear. maybe i will start acting all respectable like now. this underwear could change my life!
but really, who cares. i thought i did. i even posted about it. but its underwear. why it even deserves thought is unknown. underwear without holes will be nice though.... boxers that don't let my balls fall out through the busted seam in the crotch! living the high life!!! the funny thing is, it took me this long to get new underwear. i have all this stuff i've had sine like junior high and high school in my dresser. i have 4 pairs of underwear that actually fit me. 2 of these pairs have large holes in them somewhere. most of the time, i'm wearing underwear that is many years old and doesn't fit at all. half of the rest of the time, my underwear is held together with electrical tape. the more i think about it, the more i laugh about it. i mean, seriously. who the fuck fixes their underwear with electrical tape instead of buying new ones? it has worked for months and months and months......
there are certain things i used to hate doing. things like changing in a locker room, using a public restroom, buying underwear, you kind of get the gist. drunkeness has cured me of my fear of nakedness. it really doesn't matter. it is definitely funny when someone is in their underwear when they should be wearing pants. sometimes, that person happens to be me. i've accepted that fact, and don't really care anymore. hell, i got naked in front of a bunch of strangers, and then let them video tape my naked wang. that was a huge step towards normalcy, as wierd as it may seem. buying underwear isn't so bad, i guess. i mean, its just not the sort of thing you do when you are out doing stuff. you kind of go do that alone. when we go to fred meyer, the people i'm with don't want to wait for me to go find new underwear, and then stand in line with me as i buy it. not that it really matters, i'm sure they wouldn't care too much, but that kind of behind the scenes stuff is done on your own time. and i don't shop on my own time. anything worth getting can be found on the internet, and anything i need can wait a few days. when i actually buy stuff, its because i've needed it for a long time and am just now getting around to it. i still can't piss while other people are around. i can't explain that one. even when it was just matt and katy here, i had trouble sometimes. explain THAT one. not being able to piss in your own home because your roomates girlfriend is over? does she care if i'm taking a leak? doesn't she suspect thats whats going to happen when i go in the damn bathroom? why am i the way i am? i have no idea.
