Today was fun. Worked, then worked some more, smoked too many cigarettes, and narrowed down my selection of girls.

The one who got cut today was disqualified for being startlingly stupid. If you're reading this, there's a good chance I think you're pretty clever and haven't ever given you my blank, "holy fuck, did you seriously just say thatt?" look. It's not really anyone's business what exactly happened, but the look was followed by a laugh, followed by a "You're not fucking kidding? Yeah, I agree, you are an idiot."

Which was followed by her telling me she'll see me after work on Sunday.

The other ones are still about. I don't mean to sound callous about it or anything. I really don't try to have enough chicks after me to be able to pick and choose. I don't have any desire to be a pickup artist. Hell, I only attract a decent girl every few years, but when I do, there's always more than one poking around. I'll direct you to the earlier Bukowski quote.

The other two are both really good friends and not nearly as replaceable as this one was, so I hope they both never read this, meet, or decide to really get serious at the same time in the next few weeks.


Aside from that, there's not alot new. I don't even know why I wrote any of that, it's hardly that important or interesting, even to me. I guess everything really did get swamped by work, and I felt like I needed to write something anyway.

Have Mercy Babe, I hope Ya Don't Mind.

I'm going to be loaded by the summer.

Picking up extra hours today at the mall, and for Earl. I've earned three hundred dollars, give or take, in the last three days, and am going to do so probably weekly.

I suppose I should find a charity or something, share the luck. Maybe I'll tell Edward that if he saves up for a truck, I'll throw a couple hundred towards it. He needs to learn to save money anyway, and I think his birthday is sometime around now.

Well, I guess it's off to work. There's more to write about, but I suspect all those things will become swamped in a mess of work hours, like they usually do. Not a bad thing, usually. XD

I wrote the words to this song on the back of a photograph.

So, I'm working at Shoppers now. Unemployment might have been fun, but doing security there pays insanely well.

I don't think I've mentioned the Haley picture at Zellers, but to make a really long summation very short, there was this ad for some makeup on the makeup counter (nooOOOO), and I don't know if it's the lighting in that place, or what, but the first few times I saw it, it looked exactly like her peeking up from behind the counter.


They took that one down a while ago, but there's Tylar picture in Shoppers. Fuck lighting, it's pretty much an exact snapshot of her, down to the bags under the eyes and everything. It's in the pharmacy section, I don't really remember what it's selling, and don't care enough to make a joke.

I guess that's it for now. Title was longer than the blog. XD

2:28amPhillip
Not especially.
I know of three people with me or something involving me as a password.
2:29amLindsay
its just something ill never forget lol
2:29amPhillip
They all asked me if it was weird. Haha.
2:32amLindsay
lmao. i could have used you. BUt i like to be original
2:32amPhillip
In your case, that probably would have been a little odd XD
2:34amLindsay
being that im not in love with you? lol unlike a good portion of girls
2:35amPhillip
Not too many, anymore.
I've made pretty good sure of that.
2:36amLindsay
hahaha way to be
2:36amPhillip
Seems fair, haha
Bahaha
Ok. Revelatory topic.
I really do think it's fair.
Everyone's fucked me over, at least a litt.e
I usually want out pretty quick, but they always still are into me.
So, to be fair, I don't leave, I take one for the team, but I get progressively worse as a boyfriend.
I leave. If they call, need me around, I repeat the process. Actually, the last two I just haven't talked to at all, really.
They stop loving or liking me. Even people who like me seem to always like me unless I'm a dick.
So, I get to spend the very last part taking total advantage of them, if I want, which I really usually dont. I can be an asshole and relax after trying to give them some time and having eased them down a bit.
In return, they get over me, they learn what they want, and they invariably find something at least closer to real love with the next guy.
Happened to you
Happened to Haley
Happened to Sam according to her
Happened to Ty, from the sounds of it.
Didn't happen to Lisa, cause I didn't do it.
Happened to Alex
I can't think of anyone else you know, haha.
Drunken insight for you!
2:43amPhillip
That was actually a really good monolog. If I ever write a really shitty play with a immoral drunk in it, I'm going to be an asshole and quote it.



I'm mostly posting it here just in case I do write a play, not because I'm an asshole and pround of it. Really.


Pround. What the fuck.

Tonight has been weird.

I'm getting drunk on butterscotch Schnapps and talking to Lindsay. She wants a link to Ian's blog. Might be the drink, but I suspect it's because she thinks it's mine.

Hah. I like the irony of this.

See, this blog is listed under my real name, etc. etc. etc. I've never had a blog before, I don't see a reason to hide who I am when I do. All someone needs to do is look.


I won't tell her about it. If she finds it, power to her, but frankly, I don't think I've written anything interesting enough to bother to read yet.

Just the typical shit. Cheers to ya anyway.

I'm not anti-gay, I just can't take it seriously.

One of my gay friends (or I guess sort of aquaintances in this case) is talking about fighting some guy on FB.

Maybe I'm prejudice or something, but I keep trying to picture it, and it keeps turning into a semi-musical scene from Grease.

If he were a Chicago gay (the only difference between them and your average straight guy being they like to fuck other guys, and are some of the scariest, "last-person-you-want-to-fuck-with" type people I've met), instead of "one of the girls", I'd have an easier time with it, but this, this is just like a bad sit-com.

; Girls: You can bitch and moan about being played and not getting the respect you deserve, but the truth is, you will get whatever the fuck you ask for, and if you can't earn your own respect, then you aren't going to get any. If you let a guy walk all over you and still run back to him, he's going to treat you like shit, and you have no right to complain. /rant.


It's the truth, but enough people can't understand that, so it's getting said here instead of as my FB status.

It works the same way for guys. You let a girl fuck around with you, and OF COURSE you're going to get fucked over.