Is it wrong that I'm 31 years old and go to bed before 9pm every night? Like seriously guys...I get excited to go to sleep every night. So excited that when I wait for my BART train every morning I say to myself, "Man, I can't fucking wait to go to sleep tonight!" I'm either really pathetic or just old as shit. If you were to offer me my mom's cooking, money or sleep, 10 out of 10 times I would pick sleep (ok, I'm completely bullshitting and would take my mom's cooking).
I'm watching the Steelers/Bengals game right now and want to stay up for it. The only reason is b/c if Pittsburgh wins and the point total is around 42, I could possibly win my pool this week. I don't think that's gonna happen though. My eyes are heavy, I'm enjoying the warmness with my hands down my pants and to be quite honest, I just saw my bed and it looked really, really comfy. I sound like a fairy and need to stop talking like this. You guys must think I'm some fucking weirdo. How do I have friends?
Speaking of friends, why do some people have 2,362 friends on Facebook? Don't you hate those people? I mean, do they really talk to all those people? If they do, do they have 2 cell phones to hold all those numbers? I have like 700 friends but I talk to all 700. Ok, not really but fuck, I just want to feel special. Why am I rambling? Why is the fucking sky blue? Why is pee yellow? Why does beer taste so damn good?! Enjoy your night folks and if you're like me and go to bed before 9pm, please take a good look at yourself in the mirror and punch yourself in the face.
Deuces bitches!
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