This is how we avoid an essay

So I have a research paper due in exactly 3 hours and 20 minutes. It is only 5 pages long but at the middle of page 4 I got the "I have no more bs to make up about the subject" syndrome, which leads me here to blog until, hopefully sometime within the next 3 hours leaving me sometime to at least run spell check, I am blessed by the BS Muses. I, of course turned to the all powerful FB to kill some time, only to find out that some people's kids are very unfortunate looking. So unfortunate looking that I almost feel tempted to unfriend such people just so I don't' have to look at pictures of their kids. This then lead me to a realization that 1: I am in actuality a real @#$&*, or 2: I need to eat something. So I did and it turns out that I still think some people's kids are not that cute but I am forced to leave them as my friends because I have already deleted so many friends, or offended enough to the point that they unfriend me, that Facebook is altogether boring for me now and it gets more boring everyday as my boredom leads me to deleting more friends and more friends. Maybe it is time to quit FB or maybe it is time to quit my little to no carb diet so I will be a nice person again? I am not sure but first that damned research paper!!

It's SOO Hard!! And I don't mean that dirty

The following is a phone call that took place between me and the BF just minutes ago.

BF: Wait?! You did what?!

Me: Look boyfriend! It's not my fault that parallel parking is so hard! And it's not my fault that I somehow got a wheel up on to the curb and that I am now somehow stuck! Just come help me out here!

BF: I won't

Me: You're useless to me

BF: And you are too.

Me: I know


But I did somehow get myself of the curb and all is well. I am now sitting in class watching a movie.

Why We Shouldn't Be allowed to call each other in the morning

This morning I call my boyfriend. The conversation went like this:

Me: Hey boyfriend

BF: Hey, I'm watching Today Ricky Martin is on it. He's a good looking man. Why are the gays so good looking?

Me: I'm not sure. You're good looking and you're not gay.

BF: I'm not Ricky Martin good looking

Me: Sure you are.

BF: Do you think Ricky Martin would like me?

Me: I'm sure he would, all the gays like you.

BF: It's cause I'm sweet to them.

Me: Yeah you are

BF: Also I'm a little rough. I verbally rough house with them.

Me: They like that.

BF: Well babe I gotta go.

Me: Ok, bye.

He really is the strangest boyfriend I have ever had, but a good kind of strange, in my opinion.