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I could go for some Erotic Rectum Blasting right about now

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Anyway, I walked out of my office down the street to try some awful sushi place for $35, all pricing aside, it was pretty awful and I won’t ever be going back.

Forrest stop talking about your Sushi or I'm going to have to give you ERB

I matched with some girl on tinder when I got back, we were supposed to meet yesterday but I flaked for… obvious reasons LOL. We rescheduled for Saturday lunch… I msged one of my old crushes/friends (friendzoned friend) today, she’s living with her bf, asked me to come by and visit her new place telling me it’s so rad living in the ghettos of mid city LA, LMFAO. I kind of want to punch this girl in the face everytime I see her despite how cute she is, like her personality has a deep resemblance to someone I’d imagine as being very satisfying to strangle to death. I won’t do that though. I’ll probably play nice and go visit her sometime next week when I am in the area after watching a show. I’m going home now, eff this, I’ve waited long enough for this garbage to finish, I’m turning on the debug and I’ll read the logs in the morning LOL. It’s still going strong.

I’m too lazy to even check where the record is in the actual source file… Ok fine, I’ll check…

Alright, it’s on record 103k out of 132k,,,, So I guess it’s got another 25% left… Yea, it should be done in another hour I suppose… Screw it, I don’t want to stay here till 9-10…. Not that I have anything better to do when I go home to my empty apartment now that I’ve sworn off the vices… I suppose I could go full gay and read a book like I used to when I was a wee lad without internet.

As I was sitting in my boss’ office today having a discussion about work, I was thinking to myself the thought that in some parallel universe, I died that night I took the GHB, and I could only sit there and kind of imagine what my boss’ reaction would have been. He’s a nice guy, actually. Horrible communicator, but that’s only because he used to be an engineer for 15 years before moving into management. I didn’t dwell on that thought for too long though, I’m sure I’ve already died in many different ways in many other universes as well, and I’ve probably died another million different ways in a million other universes between the time I took the GHB and right now as I’m writing this post (Which has been ~24 hours) so who really cares? It’s pointless to think about it, so I need to stop dwelling on such meaningless thoughts. (Implying there exists something in the world that isn’t meaningless).

I skipped out on my yoga today… It was @ 7:45, but I was still working at 7 and knew I would be too rushed… Tbh, I expected to leave at 6:30 PM but I’m still here. I guess I’ll go home and try to jog,,, I’m actually kinda afraid my heart is going to explode from the amount of stress I’ve put it under in the last 48 hours, but whatever, at least I’ll hopefully make it on the local newspaper or news cast if I collapse on a busy street from a heart attack… Actually, I’m pretty sure something like that would almost certainly NOT make it on the news because of how uninteresting it sounds just writing about it.

This startles me because I had no clue I she was behind me, and aware that I thought so poorly of her restaurant… To this, I say, “Oh no, everything is great… Just great…” and she kind of glares at me then finally walks away… Staring at me from across the room at the cash register. I’m thinking to myself at this point, that there is no way that I can leave my 3-star review even though I was never planning to come back… It would be too awkward, so I instead shift it to a 2-star and make a mention of how the owner was breathing down my neck and threatened to hurt me if I didn’t add a star to what was originally going to be a 1-star review… A complete lie, but I don’t care. people like her that try to guilt/shame me into doing things. I will only do the exact opposite of what you want me to do because I refuse to appease such childish behavior.

You want to ask why I am leaving a 3-star review, don’t ask me ‘Is everything alright?’ ask me ‘Why are you leaving me a 3-star review?’

To me, 3 stars indicates that the restaurant is A-OK. Like, not terrible, not good, but more importantly, it’s not good. And I suppose from that perspective, when you live in a city like LA, only the good can survive because everytime you go out to spend your money, you’d rather spend it at a place that is good rather than not good, amirite? #wisdom

It’s astounding me that a process I kicked off at 5 PM has still not finished… I was hoping it would be done by now, it was just a stupid script that was cross referencing 130k records to another 180k using simple search, I COULD have optimized it, but I thought it would only take 60 min at most so I went out to dinner and came back to find this still running WTF.

I have mostly recovered… My body still feels pretty fragile, and I’m convinced that I gave myself some form of permanent brain damage on top of the bodily harm I inflicted on myself in my desperate attempt to escape sobriety without breaking my precious rule that would taint the sanctity of my beloved blog which I’ve owned for a grand total of 6 days. Oh no! Not that! You can do anything but that! Anything but ruin your blog.

Anyway, I walked out of my office down the street to try some awful sushi place for $35, all pricing aside, it was pretty awful and I won’t ever be going back.

Earlier today, I also drove out to try a new ramen spot. I’m not a big fan of ramen to be honest, so it’s already hard to impress me in that category, but this ramen shop was especially underwhelming. Being half-dead in a literal sense didn’t help their cause either,

As I pulled out my phone to begin writing my 3-star review on the restaurant as I’m eating my noodles, this crazy lady who owns the shop walks behind me and peers her head down next to my shoulder behind me, stares for a while, then asks with her mouth next to my ear, “Is everything alright…?”

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I saw him in person for the first time in like 5 years at my sister’s wedding last month. I don’t even feel angry anymore when I see the guy, I just feel really sad for him, and sad for myself.

We really didn’t get along haha I think about my life as I was a kid and how miserable my life was back in the day, and how that guy tried everything in his power to make my life as unenjoyable as possible while I tried everything in my power to not let him affect me. It’s difficult though when you’re living with the guy.

I feel sad looking at him now, he doesn’t seem like the same angry psycho, but I also know he still is based on stories I hear about him from my sister and mom.

I am almost certain that 30 minutes in a room with the guy and listening to him talk or 10 minutes of trying to engage in a conversation with him would revitalize all of the rage I had towards him growing up.

For some reason I was browsing linkedin and going through the ‘people you may know’ section, and I have to say that a lot of the people I knew growing up turned into losers, and wouldn’t that make me a loser by association as well? Like some of these people are working at department stores, are sales associates at 28 years old, and just doing jobs that you’d expect someone who was just out of high school to be working, not someone who has been out of university for so many years…

Like, I don’t FEEL like I’m a loser. Ok, that’s kind of a lie, I do feel like I’m a bit of a loser because I still haven’t become rich as like I intended when I was younger, but I would be near suicidal if I was living like these other people, however I suspect that their brains aren’t as neurotic as mine, so perhaps they aren’t really self-conscious or as self-aware as I feel like I am about where I am in life relative to everyone else, and where I am headed in the future. I’d imagine most of these people aren’t too concerned with the future and are just going through the motions just because,,, kinda like monkeys pulling a lever to get a grape to eat. Did I just compare people I know IRL to monkeys? I mean, yes, but not in the sense that they have the brains of monkeys but more lik- whatever. I don’t even care.

I also saw my dad’s linkedin profile, it’s hilarious that he has a linkedin profile because like… he is an owner of a travel agency and it’s not like he’s going to network or use the linkedin profile to do anything business-like with it, but what’s even more hilarious is this guy has more linkedin connections than I do. How the ?!?! I mean, it’s not like I even use linkedin, I don’t have my profile set up correctly with a picture, or actively seek out connections, but look at me trying to make excuses on why my dad’s linkedin profile is more robust and better developed than mine… Yea, I’m tired of discussing this topic. Moving on.