Hot damn! Never been away from the blog his long, never! No wonder I’ve harbored this strange emptiness these past few weeks. Naturally, a quick update is in order:
My boss’ son, who recently only turned 15, wanted to go to Hooters for his birthday claiming that, and I quote, “he likes the wings there.” WTF? There’s only one reason people [read: men] go to Hooters – to ogle at skimpily-clad ‘waitresses.’ And as I recall, my body at 15 was a volatile concoction of pheromones and dirty thoughts, and Hooters is the perfect environment to foster new fantasies.
And they actually took him there, go figure.
Comcast sucks. I signed up for a TV/Internet package and their punk asses signed me up for a different, and more expensive, plan. Seeing how militant I am about my money, I called them up and they were [apparently] apologetic, all ready and willing to give me a refund. Have I seen a check from them since, and that was a month ago? Nada.
Oh, and they’d told me that they’d bring me a cable box. Did they ever, even though they were supposed to bring it over 2 weeks ago? You guessed it – nope.
On another note, why are girls so warm, body temperature-wise, I mean? You don’t need a heater when a woman’s around, for real. I could’ve sworn that body glowed red in the wee hours of the morning; such was the [virtual] inferno. I wish I’d had an infra-red scope; she probably would’ve seemed a green-white blob through it – that hot
Soon as she was gone the entire apartment, and especially the bed, became an icebox. And it’s been an icebox since.
Thank God for women, as miserable as they make us.