How To Make Chocolate Ice Cream Taste Better..

... you put it in a Chicken Livers Bin. And that's exactly what my mom did.

Y'see, my family is Asian. We all have these weird Asian quirkiness; like putting chocolate ice cream on a Chicken Livers Bin.

-So, my family went and visited me (and bring my bed) this past weekend and before they left, my mom told me that i have ice cream in the fridge. I got excited; as i saw their truck pull away, i immediately went to the fridge and started looking for the ice cream. I couldn't find it! Why, that liar! How dare she get my hopes up on some chocolaty delights! Then i saw a little bin that wasn't there before. It says "Tyson Chicken Livers", how odd, why did she left me chicken livers? Hmmm... *opens* *smells like chocolate ice cream*.

Now, am i going to eat this? Permaybehaps. Depends on how bad i crave the ice cream. Hey, i know that my mom cleaned that bin out before putting the ice cream in!

So anyway: i got off work 2 hours ago. I worked 4 12-hour night shifts in a row and you can say that i am tired as fuck. But i don't know why i'm still awake. Maybe because while browsing on the internet, i was watching infomercials (the only ones on at 7 in the morning) simultaneously, and ended up saying "fuck it" and bought the P90x workout DVDs. All in all, they were about $300 so maybe that would motivate me into using them. Goddamit, i want some good looking abs. And if i do use it, i'd have some friggin awesome abs by the time summer rolls around. Heck ya! woop woop.

Let's talk about sex, baby... let's talk about sex.

Isn't that a song?

I realized how lonely i am becoming because earlier last night, i kept telling my boss about how lonely i am (no shit, Sherlock). I don't know if it was my tiredness talking, but i kept babbling on about how i need to find a guy, and in some conversations, all i want is sex.

I'm no slut. I just like baby-making.

Ok, i like baby-making without actual babies getting made. And i don't do casual. Why the heck am i typing this? I don't know... again, i'm dead tired and i just finished my rum. Rum is my anti-drug.

What i wanted to talk about is that: when i moved in this town, i told myself that i'm going to change for the better. How i'm going to be more outgoing, and have more self confidence. That didn't happen. Although i am starting to talk to people at the Emergency Department, i still can't bring myself to talk to the only person that i think is remotely attractive in this tiny shit-hole town.

And my boss heard me rant about that all night. Poor guy. But he was cool; he realized that i am going crazy because of the lack of company, so he politely (?) invited me anytime to his house in Abilene and hang out with his wifey and kiddo. I do need the company. Maybe i'll take him up on his offer.

Daytime is officially here. The sun is up and the sky is blue. Time for me to wash my face and go to sleep. I'll be dreaming of doing the workout and having an amazing body. Knowing myself too well, i probably won't end up doing it, i'm lazy as fuck. But i'm going to try, dammit. This is big buck spending here... might as well milk it til it's dry, right?

I don't even know what i'm talking about anymore. Walking/typing zombie!! aarrrggghhhh...

loves!

I talk way too soon.

- I realized that anyone smart enough with technology can easily figure out who i am. There goes being anonymous... Oh well, it's fun to guess anyway ;)

I've been formulating in my humanoid brain about the next blog. Will write soon, blog. Don't worry, your e-pages will be filling up with words here in a few.

Intro: Everybody Is Doing It

I go with the times... albeit, a little late. This is it. I made my own blogspot, and for what purpose?

This is for me, and for me only. I guess for you, whoever is reading this. If you've ever wondered about Life, if you ever got your heart broken, and if you ever wonder about if the billion people in China jump at the same time will the Earth move, then this is for you.

Let's see... important things to know:

I wish to remain anonymous. I'll give out hints on where i live and what i do but that is about it. The people i talk about will have their names changed. I wish to write without people knowing it is me, nameless, writing it.

I know i'm not a very good writer, nor do i excel in this thing called grammar. If you have a differing opinion then please, keep it to yourself. I'm not making you read my words. Just close your eyes and click away. Click away. Click away...

Now, those are the two most important things that needed to be discussed. This post ends now. Let the fun begin...