The "What Are You Doing This Moment" Thread

Just spoke to a phone salesman for some 10 minutes, pretending to sound interested in changing to his electric company. When he thought he could close the deal I told him to send me an e-mail with all the information so I could think it over, and then he just hung up on me. It must suck to have to make a living on commision, as it means that you're not really going to care about the customer or the product you're selling.
 
Man, haven't written anything blog-worthy in almost a year. That translation was completed over a year ago. Depression's hit me hard cognitively, and I've got enough on my plate teaching over the summer and doing another conference paper for September on Julian.

Baby steps...

You take any anti depressants for that shit? It runs in my family. My mom takes some and and it does a lot to help.
 
My work keeps me sane. I've gotten a lot of reading and writing done this summer; it's been great. And I'm working on a paper that I hope will get accepted by a literary journal. We'll see...
 
Went to a male strip club for the first time last night, because a friend of mine dances there. If I wasn't as determined and successful as I am, I would totally have an inferiority complex around that dude. He's got really good moves, only dances part time, and does construction and landscaping. He's also a physics major. We high fived.
 
I went to a female strip club a few days back. Every time I go I feel so dirty and greasy afterwards. Then I look in my bank account and cry when I see how much money I blew on a couple minutes of tits and cunt in my face. It always seems like a great idea at the moment though.
 
I went to a female strip club a few days back. Every time I go I feel so dirty and greasy afterwards. Then I look in my bank account and cry when I see how much money I blew on a couple minutes of tits and cunt in my face. It always seems like a great idea at the moment though.

Words to live by. :worship:
 
Went to a male strip club for the first time last night, because a friend of mine dances there. If I wasn't as determined and successful as I am, I would totally have an inferiority complex around that dude. He's got really good moves, only dances part time, and does construction and landscaping. He's also a physics major. We high fived.

Im at a loss for words.

I went to a female strip club a few days back. Every time I go I feel so dirty and greasy afterwards. Then I look in my bank account and cry when I see how much money I blew on a couple minutes of tits and cunt in my face. It always seems like a great idea at the moment though.

I fucking love strip clubs. Especially afterward when you smell like, pussy, beer, and cotton candy perfume. I havnt been to one in years because Ive been too broke, hopefully thatll change soon.
 
Hoping he fell in love with some retired HIV positive hooker.

Titty bars gross me the fuck out. I do not want to pay some greasy whore to get up in my business but not touch it.