fuzzy goodness all around

After that last post I was thinking that I'm not exactly a ray of sunshine these days. College at the wonderful institution that is The University at Albany is about as terrible as I imagined it would be so it sort of put a damper on my already drab outlook on life. I'm not sure if I want to be normally like this (or if I care either way for that matter) but if you asked my friends about my blog they would probably tell you it's a pretty good representation of my usual mood. But, since I don't want to be total downer, I thought I would post something positive to try to counteract what I have previously said. We're going for all out happy this time, let's see how I do (I was going to post in a jovial color too, like blue or green, but this piece of shit blogging application won't let me change the font)... going to try not to swear too much also.

happy |ˈhapē| adjective ( -pier , -piest )1 feeling or showing pleasure or contentment : I was happy when Melissa gave me fellatio.
--from my Oxford American Dictionary--
(except for the sentence, I changed that a bit)

I tried to get into a jubilant mood for this one. I put on my favorite song - Sweet Jane by The Velvet Underground, I'm wearing my favorite shirt, I just put on a fresh pair of socks, and I put the words "fuzzy goodness" in the title of this post. I'm also drinking a raspberry Snapple, humming along to the words of Lou Reed, and am currently fondling myself, and let me tell you it's hard to drink Snapple, type, and fondle yourself all at the same time. It's actually beginning to get really frustrating so I think I'm going to have to stop doing one of those things... I definitely don't want to stop fondling myself...

Well, that joke went on long enough. I go for happy but I end up being perverted. That probably says something about me but I'm not going to think about it.

As I was writing this I found out this lady friend of mine just broke up with her boyfriend (damn would I feel awkward if it turns out she reads my blog). I'm thinking my chances with her have improved slightly, up from the level one "snowball in hell" stage to about the level 3 "maybe if I get her drunk enough" stage, possibly even to the level 4 "getting back at the old boyfriend so I'm going to sleep with the first guy who shows an interest in me" stage. But, one can only hope this is the case. It's good news at any rate (it would have been even better if her boyfriend had been the victim of a tragic combine accident but that's probably too much to ask for).

Trying to think of something else I can say that's positive about my current stay here at the armpit of higher education. I bought a new pair of pants. I'm wearing them now. They're alright. I uhhh.... I ate a pretty decent sandwich earlier today and I found an old CCR album on my hard drive that I had misplaced. I also finally got to use the word fuliginous in a sentence which I had been meaning to do for some time.

Okay, so that was my happy post. Don't know what else to say. From here on out it's miserable bastard posts riddled with sarcasm and swearing.

"Oh, a storm is threat’ning
My very life today
If I don’t get some shelter
Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away"