Argh! I woke up at 3 Am this morning (and I had to get up for work at 7, bleh). Not just woke up, woke up. I literally sprang awake, ready to kung-fu fight me some ninjas. I'm talking woke up standing, ready to kick so much ass that Chuck Norris would feel a great disturbance in the Force. And let me tell you, I was very disappointed that there weren't any ninjas to be had. Very disappointed, indeed. I ended up staying up, getting ready, and then stumbling off to work to do the work-thing.
I have/had a profile on a dating website called Plenty of Fish, and my dealings on that site were less than stellar. Out of frustration I eventually deleted the profile text, and replaced it with an expertly-written diatribe (as only I can do) about how women suck. And not the kind of sucking, most guys (or some girls, for that matter) want. I also included a synopsis on how sites like that are basically chock-full of social sub-retards who should probably be put to sleep for the sake of humanity, or at least my own amusement and well-being. Just thinking about it makes Hulk mad and want to smash puny humans. But I digress.
Just a few days ago, I got a strange message from my POF account. The mysterious message was from a rather foxy and quirky woman, who was apparently amused by my derisive profile entry and wanted to meet me and go out. I've replied to the message, and another she sent me. Now, she has the dubious honor of having my phone number, and I wonder if I'm participating in a seriously prolonged April Fool's joke. I totally hope not, 'cause that would suck.
*crosses fingers*
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