So I write this blog here, and in my head pretty much only my buddies and a few other people read it. But in reality, there is a whole bunch of fine folks out there who have ventured to this here blog. It kind of freaks me out when random folk mention that they read the blog. When this happens I immediately get this blank look on my face and I have an internal panic. I quickly scroll through my memory and make sure that I have not written anything that may have offended said person. It’s scary. But I guess that’s what happens when ya post stuff on the internet, that shit is out there for the whole world to see, it’s the world wide web after all. (except maybe in North Korea, they have a weirder more facist type of internet, I don’t think they can get the blog over there)
Update! Since I wrote that last paragraph a few days ago my work/blog situation has taken a pretty severe twist. The blog has been mentioned on an office wide e-mail, they all know know! So I guess that’s that. I can’t blog anymore. You see, my secret plan is to eventually move up and run that whole damn company. But now that they have access to this blog, they can find out about all sorts of stupid stuff I have done. They may use it against me once I start my full on, gloves off, relentless rise up the corporate ladder. I wanna be the boss, and when I get to the top, watch out man, heads are gonna roll!
I’m coming after Todd first, he dressed me up as Katy Parry for Halloween, it was humiliating. Next I’m coming after you Rowlands, make me stand in a friggen fridge for 15min taking air quality readings. The air was fine! I was freezing! The only person who is safe is Dave B. he’s my boy.
So work people read my blog that’s cool. They’re not gonna fire me because I get drunk and do stupid shit. But a problem that I may have is the fact that parents can read this. I can now only date ladies who don’t have parents or who have really old parents that can’t use computers properly. The way things work now a days is that people are always googling each other. Ya meet someone, then ya google em’. It’s standard social practice. This is what’s gonna happen to me; check it. I’m gonna find a nice young lady and it’s gonna be great, awesome even. We’ll get along great and have fun and so forth and so on. Eventually though I’m gonna meet said ladies parents, I’ll be charming as hell and make a decent impression, it’ll be alright. But then they’ll google me, they’ll stumble over here to the blog. They’ll read a few posts and I’m done. That’ll be it man, I mean I use bad language and I talk about my balls. Dad’s may find it funny, but mom’s man, mom’s will not dig it. Hell my own mom who has known me for 28yrs is disgusted by some of this stuff;
“Yes, Robin, you are obsessed with your penis!”
“It’s not funny Robin!”
I’m friggen cock blocking myself, lame.
Running update. I’m gonna go to Japan and run the Chiba Relay, gonna be rad.