A Loss For Words

During a conversation I had with my friend Eric this past weekend, I mentioned that I find adult life (beginning at age 22, roughly the age of most college graduates) to be surprisingly boring and predictable. I remember Chris Rock mentioning that good relationships, for example, are boring in part because the couple talks about the same shit every conversation. Therefore, Rock says he'd want some fantastic event to happen (his example was being kidnapped) for no other reason than to have a new topic to discuss.

I say all this to explain the topic of this post...there is none. The past two weeks have been so uneventful that I am driven to posting random thoughts on here.

I thought about discussing politics given that at least 3 big stories are in the news (hurricanes, Roberts, Delay). But that would be boring, and I honestly don't know enough to provide more than an elementary level of detail on my thoughts.

I thought about football. But no one really wants to know why I think Central Florida will beat Louisiana-Lafayette on the road this weekend and win its second game in 18 tries. Well, no one besides Matt. But we can have that conversation tomorrow.

I thought about talking about my online sports betting hobby. However, I don't really know my audience here so I can't dismiss the possibility that some IRS Federales read this. And you can be damn sure I don't pay taxes on my winnings.

I could always talk about my women issues. But people read this to get away from their problems, not take on mine, so that's out of the question....for now.

So I'll ramble on about interesting stuff that has been on my mind lately...

Last night I had a small discussion with Brenna. I told her about my experience at Exodus, an 18+ club in Austin, last week. I mentioned that for the first time in a long time, a girl (bedies Les) grabbed my ass on the dance floor. I was overjoyed. She was pretty hot, too. 5'6, dirty blonde, skinny, nice face - definitely my type. But, I was with hotter girls so I didn't pursue it. I told Brenna that most girls would consider that sexual harassment. I told her she could sexually harass me anytime.

My friend Lindsey turned 22 the other day, and I promised to buy her 22 scratch off tickets as a gift. I am really tempted to say that I want a cut (say 15%) of winnings in excess of $1,000. But I don't know if that would be appropriate. I'll figure this out. Anyone remember the movie starring Nick Cage where he gives a waitress a lottery ticket because he can't tip her? Wonder if this will be a similar situation...

Double D sent me this link to a webpage entitled "Ode to the Nice Guys." After reading, I have decided to become less nice. Women, no longer will I listen to bitching about guys who have screwed you over. Sorry. Don't want to hear it...

"Bitch, you know what I want, hahahaha..." - Mr. Nice Guy