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Hey you 4 people that chose to follow me. It's been awhile so I thought I'd drop in and delete some old retarded posts.... my other retarded posts are still up though. I'm on the twitter @WhaitWat

I don't really keep up with the internet world anymore. Could somebody just say 'hello' so I know people are out there?

I can't figure out how to follow other people's blogs.

... yeah.

Note to self

Make recipe including Portabella Mushrooms and Pork of some sort.

Name it: Portabelly Pig

I believe now more than ever that I have extremely bad luck with computers. This is the second time that my computer has crashed as a result of a virus and I am starting to hate my life... okay... my computer. I think a Mac would do me a lot better than this PC bullshit. I like how PC's are set up, but seriously? Mac Pro's have 8 processors now. I got my PC two years ago and it was top-of-the-line back then with its magnificent dual-core power.

Just got off work. New burns from what is known as a steam-wand. Scabies are running rampant through my house. Women are confusing (not the girl from the last post, I just gave up on her). I need sleep.

So the past couple nights have been a bit different (to say the least). I will forewarn you now though, I am quite drunk at this point of the night (being 6:41 by my biological clock). This house has had two parties in a row now and each night has been memorable to some extent.

Last night was Halloween. Halloween is an odd holiday for me. On one hand I want to make a costume better than everyone else's, and on the other hand I had work that night so I kinda lost my enthusiasm. But I did wear a green jumpsuit. Everything was suggested from mechanic to Luigi. I got off work at around 2AM and the party was dying after that point. But still very rowdy. My old high school friends came to visit and we got pretty wasted. I ended up sleeping in another house.

Tonight I got home around 1:30 and It was wierd. And before I can tell you just how wierd it is, you have to get some backstory on my friend Anna.

Its hard to give much description on the terms of our meeting. Previous years have all blended together for me and time is a concept that is becoming harder and harder to grasp. So I will try to make a long story short and just present what I know to be as facts. We had a fling some time ago and I got cold feet. I started pushing her to this one guy who was great for her until he lost interest.

Time passes, we go our separate ways, and all is well and good.

This summer, she and her friend Rachel come out to this thing called Neon, and invited myself and neighbor Nick to go with them. We do, we dance, we get bored, we leave. This was the first and last time I went to neon. We walk home and Rachel and NIck disapear into his apartment. This now leaves Anna and I. Up until this point, we had this silent understanding that all was forgiven for whatever has happened (confirmed later verbally). We had a connection of some sort.

One thing led to another and we end up completely wasted and having a horrible night. She went crazy, and I went deeper. Its now five or six in the morning and I just woke up on the couch in the lounge next to the sliding window. We had separated earlier because we were... crazy. Its now in the hour before sunrise and I am dead tired. All I want to do is got o bed. I push my big purple door open to find that she has trashed my room and pulled out some of her hair in the short while that I was gone. At this point though, it is very hard to care. I walked across the hysteria, pulled back the curtain that separated my bed from my room, and fell onto the bed in thee first position that fell into place.

I am now officially at the point of collapse. I can barely move and I am an emotional pile of bullshit. I see the curtain rustle as it is pulled open from the middle and there she is... crying. Anna reaches out a hand for me, and over a vast distance, my hand connects with her fingers. Without a moments hesitation she pulls back and jumps down my arm and into my chest, sobbing. "Hold me baby" is what she said, so I did.

She looked so beautiful then. The morning light illuminated her skin against her midnight-black hair. She was my baby ofr that moment, hten it all came crashing down. She leads me on for awhile and doesn't tell me about this guy she was dating. I learn to move on. I start looking elsewhere, and she dates Steven. We are on good terms.

I get home and she is outside when I get there. "Come find me later" is what she told me when I said I was getting some beers (and find her I did). I ran into her making out with one of Steven's friends just outside the bathroom (my destination). He gets frightened and runs in before I can. Leaving me with Anna...

This is the point where there is an awkward silence as we wait for whats his buckets to be sone ferking off in the bathroom? No. She grabs me by the hair and starts making out with me. This isn't any light play either, she was in it to win it. (sidenote: DAMN! this girl is smokin' hot, but absolutely mental).

I put a small stop to the situation and start laughing at the absurdity, as does she. Dude comes out of the bathroom; I leave.

Later on, I walk outside to find her sitting in his lap. She gets up from her position and begins rubbing up against me and biting my neck, IN FRONT OF THE DUDE!. Then we made-out some more.

Women are crazy, and I love it. But why am I attracted to the crazy girls? Its always some girl with some sort of mental instabilty. My night is weird, my life is weird, and most people wouldn't believe me if I told the half of it.

Blah Blah Bliggity Blah

So here I sit at my aging computer, wondering why I can't indent with the TAB key. I suppose that I could hit the SPACE BAR five times like a normal child, but I am not a child, nor am I normal. Now the question becomes "Why have I started this blog with nothing to blob about?"

Wait... Blob?

I guess I could answer that question in many ways, but I shall keep my words short and sweet for those with an attention span even shorter than mine: Boredom. Granted, this is not the only reason I started this blog. In fact, I have been blogging upon my multitude of Xanga pages for over 4 years and for about a year participated in the internet phenom known as Vlogging. But those pages are not important now and hopefully will not be of too much importance in the future. But while you are here [hopefully still reading and not just skimming (which is what I tend to do)], I suppose that I should reveal a bit about myself. Should I not?

My name is not that important but as long as you are reading this I figure that it would be nice to put a label upon an invisible face. You can call me Bob. Bob Wehadababyitsaboy (ten points to AT&T for that joke, which I have stretched out for much too long). Brian works too.

I am what some might consider a human being, but others might beg to differ. My hair is too long, my facial fur is uneven, and there is this itchy spot on my arm that is bugging the hell out of me. Other than that, I am not sure what else you would need to know. Feel free to guess at any information that I might've left out from the extensive autobiography which I have placed before you.

Random; yes. Crazy; kinda. Single; you betcha. And it all goes downhill from here.