Yeah.
I don't know either.
I have to really be in the mood to talk to people when they're drunk. I wasn't late last night. So when Albertwho is more like a brother to me than a friendsent me an instant message at four-something-am and told me to call him, then proceded to tell me he's "wasted" and then called me a Penis, capital "p," I didn't really feel bad telling him to fuck off lightly. But I called him anyway, and someone else answered his phone and did the whole "Who's this? What? Wait, who is this?" thing for a good five minutes before I became annoyed and he picked up the phone. He ended up having to call me again later, when he was on his way home, and completely caught me off guard by going from totally euphoric to absolutely on the verge of tears and super bitter, blaming his now ex-girlfriend for being shitty and coming between our friendship. I felt bad that he felt bad, however, I did not feel bad for having the opportunity to agree and state plainly that yes, she sucks.
You know what? I don't really have anything else to say this afternoon.
I'll see the beloved SGNY folks tomorrow. And I'm happy about that.
In closing, here is a picture of Kestrel's chest. Now who the fuck is Juby?

I don't know either.
I have to really be in the mood to talk to people when they're drunk. I wasn't late last night. So when Albertwho is more like a brother to me than a friendsent me an instant message at four-something-am and told me to call him, then proceded to tell me he's "wasted" and then called me a Penis, capital "p," I didn't really feel bad telling him to fuck off lightly. But I called him anyway, and someone else answered his phone and did the whole "Who's this? What? Wait, who is this?" thing for a good five minutes before I became annoyed and he picked up the phone. He ended up having to call me again later, when he was on his way home, and completely caught me off guard by going from totally euphoric to absolutely on the verge of tears and super bitter, blaming his now ex-girlfriend for being shitty and coming between our friendship. I felt bad that he felt bad, however, I did not feel bad for having the opportunity to agree and state plainly that yes, she sucks.
You know what? I don't really have anything else to say this afternoon.
I'll see the beloved SGNY folks tomorrow. And I'm happy about that.
In closing, here is a picture of Kestrel's chest. Now who the fuck is Juby?

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kestrel:
What is that symbol in the middle? "JUBY P EVA!" At least I didn't carve it into my chest, like you originally said. And you didn't post the nose one... *whew*
unnecessaryz:
Did you intentionally include the bit about seeing us SGNYers right after your story about drunken intolerance? That's soooo not funny.