Party at my place?

I got my paycheck yesterday, but I haven’t had a chance to cash it yet. Once it clears, first order of business is to buy some tube socks. Oh yes. I’m thinking of buying at least five packs. That’ll give me fifteen pairs, enough for two weeks. I may even, gasp, RETIRE some old socks. I haven’t done that in years. I’ve had some of these socks since high school. I suppose I do throw out socks when the heel turns into a giant hole, but I haven’t had to do that in a while.

Hitting the gym tomorrow morning. It’ll be closed next week until after Labor Day.

I’m already thinking about what to eat tomorrow. To avoid hating the food, I’m limiting myself to actually eating Taco Bell once a week. The food is clean, I know that much. Not that many things are deep-fried. Moreover, I need to gain weight. I’m tired of being anal-retentive. Though, I still mostly avoid soda. I inhaled 6 taco supremes two weeks ago. That was just right. I need to try the chicken and steak, to see how it tastes. I’m thinking one each of the gortidas, a cheesy gordita crunch, and a double decker taco supreme. That’ll test the field. Oh, and a side of nachos so I have something crispy to eat with the taco droppings. Yes. Taco droppings.

(Also, it’s annoying as hell having people ask me about the food when I haven’t eaten most of the menu. At least Panera gave free break meals. And it was, you know, Panera, so it was tasty. I’ll never forget the time a guy asked about the Turkey Artichoke. I said I didn’t like it. (But other people did.) He said he’d take it. Seriously. I’m an honest guy.)

Fun fact: “gordita” in spanish actually translates to “little fat girl”. (It’s actually a term of endearment.) Who decided to make this something you’d want to eat? That’s more lewd than beef taco. Man, I miss licking pussy.

My mom’s at her mom’s right now. My dad’s going to leave for his mom’s sometime next week, and be gone for a week. Woo, home alone. Pity all my friends are gone. We could uh, sit around and watch porn!

I’m slowly playing through Super Metroid on emulator. (Time-constraint, that’s all, my record for the game is under two hours.) In part because playing through the original Metroid makes me nervous. It’s strange. I get this way about NES games I’ve never beaten. I played through Adventure of Link, but when I got to the Grand Palace, I just couldn’t play it. I got too scared. I may need to hook up Roxanne to my TV, bring Cliff over, and battle my age-old fears. That Grand Palace music still seriously scares me. To think I used to know my way down to the Thunderbird. I’ve only beaten Thunderbird once. Link’s Shadow handed my ass to me in tiny plastic bags very quickly.

Hrm, Super Metroid. Excuse me.