THE BULLSHITTER

So this last episode seems to have hit a brick wall.  My final semester of college has officially begun, therefore I have to put all available efforts into this final college hurrah!  Which technically means.....well.....my "best effort" before was about 8.7% of my full personal potential.....so if we double that, I would no doubt have an early-age heart attack.  So we can maybe top off that 8.7% and if I search really hard, I can round it to the whole number of 9.0%.  So it is, I am going to go all out and throw a whopping 9.0% of potential effort at this last semester......which is also a personal record of effort towards anything......on to the final christmas tale...

This bloggy blog will entail about 7 days.....quickly, don't worry.  I like talking at you even less than you like reading this.  I know your bored, and I know that if you had a TV in front of you instead of work, you wouldn't be here.....ha ha.  If I wasn't so bored beyond tears at work, I probably wouldn't be here either....so HA!  Now that we've cut through the chase, I'll give you your blog binky you little whiner!

So I picked up the girlfriend, she instantly goes from pissed to happy in about 3 seconds......that's weird eh guys?  I know, I know, you've never heard of a woman being pissed for no reason, and on top of that, getting over it in .2 for no reason and pretending nothing was wrong......yeah, weird.  And to all you ladies, you KNOW IT, and to make it worse, you're probably laughing right now because you think its so fucking cute!!  Well....it's NOT CUTE, it's extremely painful and uses up moments of my life I will not get back......so you can take "cute", and shove it down your pants and maybe it will give you a "cute" rash.

We go skiing, once again, everything is great, again...weird huh?  The next three days are awesome, she flies back out.  However, shit REALLY went down for her.  She was flying standby, so she gets bumped for 5 hours and then gets on the plane.  THEN, the absolutely incompitent airline which I won't name (*cough* DELTA) out of respect for their attempt to save money by having the mechanics fly the planes......sends her luggage, which I may remind you was on a direct flight, all the way across the nation......thrice!  So she isnt pumped about it, and lets me know how pumped she ISN'T about it, and makes sure i'm not pumped about it either.  So there's nothing I can do, but that doesn't matter to her.......so that sucked three testicles.

So there is no way we can spend new years together because of this luggage predicament, and she feels the need to blame it on somebody, and i'm the only one available......so that was real super too.  The beauty of the situation was that once I got back to where she was, she mysteriously forgot that she was ever mad......have I told you how weird that is yet?  No? Well yeah.....it's um....really....weird....FUCK ME!!!

So i've pretty much come to another theory about women.  They are perfectly happy, as long as you are with them.  They will stick with you, at your side, if your miserable or happy......and that's fine with them.  But holy hell, if you are not with them, if they are miserable and find out you are having the time of your life, you better wish you didn't pay your cell phone bill for three months and they shut that shit off in time......you could be doing backflips into a pool full of beer and be the most miserable man in the world.

Happy days are here again,

The Bullshitter~

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