Recently, Greg called it to all of our attention that there has been a lack of blogging going on. I feel more responsible than most, given I really don't have an excuse not to. My days are pretty full, what with Band of Brothers, downloading 90s music/comic books/fisting porn, but I should be able to make time for the important things in life.
Thankfully, when your life is as trivial as mine, Blogging actually counts as "important". So here it is: my triumphant return to blogdom. And what to discuss, of the myriad of topics floating around in my mind right now? There are just so many current events that demand my discerning, scathing brand of witticism. Or, at least, there probably are. I haven't followed any current event in the last year. The last I heard, Darfur was in need of saving, Iraq was pretty gay, and no one was too excited about our president. I assume all these events are still current, but since I know nothing of any of them, I will move my attention to something I know slightly more about: Vaginas.
I was pretty excited to live with three girls. Not because I had intent of shacking up with them (that would border on incest at this point), but I definitely had intent to shack up with their hot, sexy, totally single friends. Thus far, while the offers have obviously been flying in non-stop, I have yet to capitalize on anything. Perhaps this is because - oh wait - the girls of this house don't have any girl friends!
What the crap?
Who do you guys talk to about boys? Who helps you paint your nails? Who do you have pillow fights and sleepovers with? Everything I know about girls (they are prettier than guys, smell better, and have squishy holes) tells me that you guys are supposed to travel in packs. Just look at mean girls!
But instead, nothing. No Lindsay Lohan, no Rachel McAdams. Well, enough procrastination. Time to find a new way to put off looking for a job. Tight.
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I like to make a motion for Josh to live-blog his day tomorrow, complete with to-the-minute updates including goings on about the house, personal thoughts and reactions. Maybe even a spoiler or two for a couple of (comic) books.
I'd also like to comment on these aforementioned "squishy holes." Jess claims to know many, and has encouraged me and others to join her in the incredibly hot, sweaty, and the painfully compromising activity known as "yoga." I appreciate the invitation, but I admit that I find it hard to concentrate on making light conversation with the nubile young spandexed thing next to me when all I can really think about is how fucking awesomely sweaty my ass is even after cooling off in the shower while standing next to the oddly-hung 6'4" beast-man from the front row of the class.
Anyway.
Isn't live blogging contradictory? If I am blogging, how am I going to be living? Not that I do much living these days, but I hardly imagine that "I am reading a comic book now...now I am masturbating...now I am done. Now I am pooping. Now I am cooking. Now I am eating. Now I am masturbating." would be very exciting to read.
I will try to hone my blogging skills in the next few days, and see if I can properly prepare myself for some hard-ass live blogging.
Cod Speed
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