i started some coding in the past week. finally. i thought i hated work until i remembered that coding is really fun. but i have that problem again where i don't want to get up from the computer and stop coding for any reason. and i kinda have to pee. for God's sake, does anyone know of a cure?
it really sucks that i am in the real world now; back in school, there were these egg mcmuffin like things that the barn would serve up for $2.25. they were tasty and graham and i would get them in the mornings after 415 and right when the barn would open on all-nighter mornings.
turns out in the real world, those things are atleast $3.50.
the real world is sucking so far.
haven't figured out what the missions are yet. but you can steal a scooter and it is called a faggio. and there are motorcycles to ride and that is wicked. the radio is pretty bumpin' too. you can get megadeth.
likely time to burn one down and take a trip to vice city.
not me.
my oldest, dearest friend Lisa, whose wedding i went to with jones last autumn is pregnant. like, on purpose.
sadly, that was the first thing out of my mouth, instead of "congratulations!" She is due sometime at the beginning of june...so i guess she'll start getting fat soon.
which reminds me, celina and monique should each be shooting kids out sometime soon, too.
i got vice city today.
when i went to buy it, i was picking ben up a copy (w00t, i am so sweet). the chick there wouldn't let me buy two until i promised here i wouldn't sell any of them on e-bay. ok, i promise. and then she told me that the game was really graphic and had a lot of sex and drugs and violence. that is why i am buying it, beeyotch. and then she made me promise that i was old enough to buy it. ok, i promise....
and then.....