Normal as Fuck

After working into the late evening hours on Friday night and not being wealthy in any way, my weekend was slooow. Woke up late Saturday, cleaned, rode my bike around the grid, did laundry, blah blah.
I have recently become concerned about my time I have been spending in front of the television monitor. As I stand my ground as corporate rapist, I usually lounge on my couch and get up to move about every 10 minutes or so. I was starting to become concerned until I visited my friend Hidasa this weekend. She is the roommate of my homegirl Melissa from Modesto. As Mel and I ventured up her apartment steps, she bet me Hidasa would be on the couch watching comedy central. Very close prediction but Hidasa had fucked up their DVR menu so it was on a music channel. Hidasa herself even said that when she is not working- she flops in front of the tv to escape. This is where I step in and say I feel more normal because witnessing someone be weirder than you is always an ego boost. I mean, this girl is pretty, happy, and seems like a cool person. Her inkling towards sloth-like living allows me to laze about.

This is the only way I will compare myself to her as later in the evening after she at McDonalds and had some of the pizza we ordered, I heard her go bulemic all over herself. When I glanced at my homegirl, she said "This happens a bit." Fucking gross. Isn't that shit for 13 year olds and models?? Ah I can't hate- its a disease. Just because I won't go there...if I did Taco Bell would line my stomach every day, but vomit is especially gross if you are sober.

I won't hurt you, nachos bel grande.