12/02/2013

Man, I had so many things I wanted to say while I was walking to get smokes but forgot them as soon as I got home. There is one thing I remember: If I ever suddenly disappear, it’s because some jackass has hit me with their car while I’m crossing the street. Seriously. I had a woman today almost hit me while I was crossing a turn-off because she didn’t have her turn signal on. If I had seen it, I would have waited. I even had my god damn cane! Is that extra points for you drivers? Jesus.

Crap, I just remembered I need to scan something and email it to my lawyer. Do not forget this again, you dumb ass. Also, I need to write the rent check. I hate when the first falls on a weekend. I always forget when that happens.

I finally updated my gaming blog (OD people, check my front page. PB people, leave me a comment and I’ll link you). I have poll up for something I want to write and I don’t know which one I want to write more. I need to figure out what else I want to write about this month. I was thinking about writing about CCGs/TCGs and how different they are. Shit. I also need to get some gaming in. My creative overload continues and is now involving RPGs. Which sucks because I can’t get a group together to save my life.

I also need to send out an email soon for people about my birthday. It’s not until March, but I’m thinking about renting out my friend’s game store and doing something there. As that will cost me a good amount of money, I need to get people to let me know if they’re interested now. My friends almost never do something when they say they’re going to, so I’m not even sure if I should plan something at all. Fuck. Now I don’t really want to. I keep talking myself into it then right back out of it. I want to have a fucking party, at least once more before I die. I also realize that my friends are kind of bastards.

Ah, fuck it. One thing at a time. I’ll get the rent check written, call the lawyer for the email and then see about the email.

Until next time, space cowboys.

The big birthdays I’ve had in my life have been utter disasters. So I tend to shy away from the birthday celebration thing. But I think other people should have them!! The only time I’ve come close to hitting a pedestrian, it was because they were jay-walking across a 5 lane boulevard with a speed limit of 55. People dart across ****ing freeways here, the bastards.

Why doncha drive? I got my license 2 years ago, and I know why I waited. I was used to LA where there’s public transportation that actually makes sense, and where car insurance was a lot higher. Also, most apartment buildings around LA require higher rent if you want parking. But here, everyone drives. People drive to their mailbox. And there’s parking all over the gd place!!