I don't know. I guess 1998 seems a long time ago. I was going to university.
I haven't gone Facebook stalking in a while. Hey, new pictures of the girl who liked me in high school. She was hot back in the day. Big time drug addict too so I probably could have got some pussy were it not for my crippingling awkwardness.
She's a literal 300 pounder these days. Has a 20 year old daughter. Engaged to a fat guy who has an 18 year old daughter. So good for them. Although, he's not as fat as her. She's HUGE.
Here's a fat homo who I went to school with. He doesn't post many pictures of himself. He posts a lot of 80s shit instead. Remember that movie the Karate Kid? He posted the Cobra Kai logo. Because why not?
I'll tell you why not. Live in the present. Don't dwell on the past, mistakes you made, achievements, movies you enjoyed. Likewise, don't be worried about the future, where you should be, things you haven't accomplished, what things you should have. If you can't join me in the present, you're wasting your life. Fuck off with your Karate Kid shit. Pat Morita is long dead, as are you, at least in spirit.
You know what I did today? I was fucking working. It was the world's most boring case, half of the day was looking at a company's spreadsheet about profit and loses, but I did it. I only shut my eyes for a few minutes. I was nailing that shit. I got probably 98% of everything down.
Then during lunch, I was chilling in Subway, eating a BMT, and answered some emails. They put a new carpet down in my new flat so I can pick up the keys tomorrow. Actually, I asked them to meet me at the property because their office is too far away and they said okay, they'll do that.
There was another email that said, "we're not paying you for travel and lunch for this job you did a couple of months ago because we didn't get receipts". So I said, "Look again. I sent them with my invoice." So they apologised, said they found them, and that they'd re-apply for funding.
Then I responded to my current landlord, who wanted to do some viewings on this flat. He claimed that the landlord can't afford any void period for the flat.
I said it's not happening because this Jew landlord is obsessed with money and it's her cheap, greedy ways that have caused me to have to move so soon after moving in. If she can't afford any void period, she should re-consider being a landlord and maybe get a job like the rest of us. And if you don't like it, file a claim in the court. So he accepted that viewings won't happen.
I also got a text from this company in Dubai. They asked if I could do a deposition next month. I thought about it but I had a doctor's appointment the next day that I don't think I could make so I declined.
This is it. Every day. Being a bad ass. Overcoming obstacles. More than that. Obliterating obstacles. You think I'm intimidated by these dudes in their powdered wigs trying to bore me to death with their tedious, repetative bullshit? Fuck no. You think I'm afraid to be the only guy in a suit in Subway in amongst these working men? Not a chance. You think these Jew landlords can push the Baron around? Not today, not ever. You think the idea of going to Dubai for a job worries me? No way. I'll go anywhere. Give me a job in Saudi Arabia. I don't give a fuck. You think I'm afraid of Mohammadans? Think again.
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