Took a trip to the plasma depository today. Did not make any money, because last time I tried but failed to work up the nerve, they failed to inform me I needed proof of address from within the last 30 days. Had something from the middle of July. But a bank statement came yesterday. So Tomorrow, because they checked all my shit, and it twas good, I can donate and gain some cash monies.
Speaking of cash monies, came up 15 bucks from a poker game with friends tonight. A buddy got my buy-in, because he owes me money from buying shots for bitches he was trying to stick his penis in. He says he's gay, but he still fucks girls. I don't get it. Fucking confusing. So I drank some, had my DD rock my car back home (after he almost had heat exhaustion earlier today), and here I am. Sans anyone of the female persuasion. Because it was all dudes. Snausage fest.
But, It's probably for the best. Because I cannot have a platonic relationship with a member of the opposite sex because I confuse friendship for feelings of intimacy. I still do it to this day, and cannot break this cycle. Female followers of this blog take note: I will misread your friendly, asexual intentions and go for broke. Because I am a goddamn idiot.
So, I've got another essay in the works based on the (American) football game Thursday night. University of Wisconsin 51, University of Nevada-Las Vegas 17. Only got up to 17 because 2nd and 3rd string took over the 2nd half, and they are not up to starter positions, obviously. But they gots to learn, and did pretty well, because giving up 2 touchdowns is pretty good. Because UNLV's running back is a quick fucking bastard. Anyway, I saw some stuff there that got me thinking. Jingoism. Woot.
To lazy, drunk, and tired to come up with something to say or pick that's super profound, so here's some Wugazi again.