doctorskinny

How can all you people living in Toronto not have huge fat asses? About a block away from my friend's apartment there's a street that is all Japanese and Korean restaurants minus one, "you can buy tons of useless crap here after you've drank four litres of saki" store (I thought it was an internet cafe, but just because the sign says, "LOLLOL" doesn't mean they speak geek). The restaurant we went to was great and they benefitted from my "I suck at math" style of tipping.

I mean, my friend's not blue-whale-huge because he's seven feet tall (really) and he's got lots of space for the adipose tissue to go, but the rest of you hobbit sized people should have asses the size of Chevettes.

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I'm on dial-up here, which wouldn't be so bad if I could figure out which line is the bad connection inside the house. Right now I'm connected at 2400 baud because there's some bad connection between the vintage wiring and the stuff I put in a few months ago. I think it might be the alarm (yeah, my horror movie house is alarmed, turn down the irony detectors) or the lines I can't find are getting wet when the basement floods (seriously shut your pie hole, hipster ). Either way, I'm gonna spend tonight dicking around in the basement with my line tester/rotary phone with the jack ripped off. I'm MacGyver!