I visited Brian at the GNC. Made fun of more armos as a tag-team.
BRIAN: I was in the passenger seat last night, talking on the phone with my friend. My uncle was driving. Some armo ran a stop light at full speed and almost crashed into us! I rolled down my window to yell, "You fucking armo piece of shit!" My friend on the other line was like, "Let me guess. You're still in Glendale."
We quieted down when an all-right-looking chick walked in to ask about some products. As soon as she left ...
RYAN: Did she look armo to you?
BRIAN: Yeah, she was.
RYAN: Now, I'd hit it, but only out of spite!
BRIAN: Exactly! I'd fuck her just as a way of saying, "Fuck you armos!"
RYAN: It would be up the ass to make sure that it's only enjoyable for me, but not for her.
BRIAN: That's right.
When that annoying kid Emmanuel walked in, I wrapped it up and left. I could tell Brian doesn't wanna be left alone with him. Ha.
I went to my Write For Magazines class at 6:30PM. It was taught by the same teacher, Jack, from last Monday's Read All Day And Get Paid For It class. There were only 5 students. Jack liked my answers to his following questions:
Q: What are your immediate goals in writing for magazines?
A: Express my opinions and get paid for it.
Q: What are your goals for the next 2-3 years in writing?
A: Earn a living while in my pajamas.
Q: What are your long range goals in writing?
A: Become a name.
I ate my macaroni and cheese during class. Afterward, when Jack brought up how people are bad drivers in the rain, I got to brag about scaring off that armo who nearly ran me over last night. (Sorry, but I was almost literally killed last night and I'm not over it.)
JACK: You give them hell, Ryan! They need to learn their lesson one way or the other.
Got home at 10:00PM sharp, in time for Ultimate Fighter. But missed Glee. I'll have to catch it on hulu.com tomorrow.
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