Ira Glass, Guu’s, and Galynne & Markondrums
My goodness, what an evening coming up. Awesomeness, followed by awesomeness taking place at an awesome venue. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
A small part of me is mortified at the thought of the Board unanimously voting to fire me. Even if people say they appreciate my work, and others call me a “Tech God” or whatever. The board’s ability to just vote someone into unemployment-esque oblivion is terrifying.
They’re not worth it.
A friend of mine called them “Tarantula Women”. They’re the kind of women that want to trap you, seriously! It’s all about having you permanently in the friend zone. They’ll go to any means to make you stay there. These kind of women want you to want them, but fully intend to never let you have them. They want your attention, your care, your kindness, everything they want out of a boyfriend except having to fuck you once in awhile. A relationship without the commitment or benefits.
Women like this are a waste of your time. They will quickly adapt to life without you. They’ll find some other horny desperate lonely guy to prey on. There are only two options for you if you find yourself ensnared by one of these women. The first option is to grow a pair and make a confident, powerful move on them. Whether it’s an arm-around-the-shoulder, or slinging them over said shoulder to have your way with them in your bedroom, do something. If they reject the idea, end it right then and there. If they accept the idea, you’ve broken the cycle and made them realize they wanted you more than they thought. The other option is to get a clue, go find a real girl that gives a damn about you and make sweet sweet love with her. And then brag about it to no end to your Tarantula friend.
Surviving Trivia comes at a price.
Less than 12 hours total sleep during Trivia 42, and through the miracles of science, I made it to work at 7:30 this morning.
Behold, my nighty-night juice
My wakey-wakey juice
BETTER LIVING THROUGH CHEMISTRY BITCHES