The less you want something, the more it falls into your lap. The more you want something, the less chance of getting it. Is this a friggin' universal law?
OK, so last Fri. night SWIM decided he was done with cola (really) after using it only twice in the past 9 months, and has been cool by his decision. Mon. night (tonight), SWIM's brother tells him he wants an * ball and will just give him 1/4 to 1/3 of it if he gets it for him. So he call his friend and done is done. His brother's money, his friend did all the driving, SWIM sits back and enjoys.
Even better quality than the last time... 9/10 stuff, almost no re-rock acetone taste and it cooks in a spoon like stuff among the best SWIM has had (his test method).
I say -- there is no god, but there's a devil, cuz SWIM was and still is ready to just stay away happily and stay busying doing other stuff and spending his money on useful shit. And that's exactly what SWIM is doing, and this time the yey is falling into his lap!!! Now SWIM's brother's sayin' maybe next Friday night again. (he came into a financial windfall lately, inheritance from relatives who passed away).
Re SWIM's bro -- he didn't even like cola until recently, he's a weed addict (as in heavy, daily use). All of a sudden he loves yeyo (SWIM hates the stinkweed & won't touch it... turns him into Beavis/Butthead, altho that's incidental to the story).
Aiiii... life is damn strange.
Anyway, SWIM's swimming again.
Edited by: Nicaine
17-05-2005, 09:14
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