Monday, June 11, 2012

Calendar boy. Game, set and Match.com

I will be quitting the online dating game on the fifteenth of June. It hurts too much, the truth. Chicks don't get me online. I have sent out over a hundred appeals and received nothing but repeals. I am sending out my number and letting the girls know that the balls are in their courts. No takers of my heart. I will wink at all of the cutest ladies in hopes that one will be super stoked. Three days till I admit to meeting my match.
I got a desk calendar when i got the desk job and never used it because i never used my desk. Now i am logging all of my earnings daily and taking out the expenditures. This is how to play the game. When i get up in the morning i think about the entry i'll be making at days end. If i dont want to go to work i think about the calendar. The calendar is my boss and teacher. The calendar is my friend and inspiration. The calendar is my impetus and my brow beater. The calendar is my reminder and my memory.

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