It’s the 15th, and you know what that means! Payday? Yes, but not quite what I was thinking. Bill pay day? Errrr. yes, but again, not quite 
It’s roughly halfway through MaBeGroMo and NaBloPoMo. Whew! Not sure how I’m doing, I imagine I’m doing ok, although when December hits(and various times through the rest of November, including today) I’ll be posting what I do best. Although it’s only peach fuzz, I beileve I’m excelling at MaBeGroMo more so than I am NaBloPoMo. Probably because I’m not a writer. I’m not an artist. I’m not a poet.
I’m an innovator. A problem solver. A mathematician who lacks elementary knowledge of grammar(it should be grammer, but it’s grammar, who would have thunk it) and spelling abilities.
November. Halfway done. I’m rather enjoying myself blogging every night, although I don’t get anything done it seems, I don’t go to bed at a decent time. However, it’s made me think, in a way I haven’t done in a while. I’ve learned alot about my camara in all the photos I’ve taken(as I’m sure your sick of the self-portrait shots) haha.
Halfway done. Weird. Seems like just yesterday all of this started. Like a great vacation for the mind, it’s coming and going just as soon as it started. However, I’ll feel better about lack of quality that I’ll be posting after November.
No quality here folks.
It’s only no nonsense gibberish that only makes sense to me, bores the tears out of my fellow readers, and eventually it’ll be just me and my special stalker or two. In a few weeks I can go back to posting what I had for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I can talk about how I had to go pee so bad I almost pee’d my pants or the sick, twisted thoughts that run through my head on a daily basis.
Anyways, the other night my buddy got into it with a Feminist. /ugh. I love women. I really do. More than I should probably, but I do. However sometimes you just drive me crazy sometimes. THEN as if out of nowhere, Today I was rudely given the “It’s not necessary to open my door” speech by a complete stranger(female). I didn’t listen because all that I heard come out of her mouth was “blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, I’m a bitch, blah blah blah blah blah, and oh by the way I won’t say thank you … blah blah blah blah blah” … and somewhere in here I heard a “I’m independent.” How odd …
I kept my mouth shut. However, I felt the hulk emerging inside me … about to burst … and then I just laughed it off. I didn’t do anything wrong, and I’d like to think most ladies wouldn’t have minded it … There are extremes on both sides, I’m just a middle of the road kind of dude.
I don’t get women. Nor do I try.
However, I’d give my next paycheck in a heart beat if I could only figure out what women wanted.
“Sure, a woman can fake an orgasm, but it takes a man to fake a whole relationship”
“Ah yes divorse, from the latin word meaning to rip a mans genitals out through his wallet.”
“When a woman feels good about herself, it’s called “self-esteem”; when a man feels good about himself, it’s called an “ego”.”
“If a man is alone in the forest and talks…is he still wrong?”
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Jen November 16, 2007
I wanna find that woman and beat her upside the head. It’s nice to have real gentlemen around and sometimes I think it’s those extreme feminists that kinda ruin it for us gals who like men with manners.