Agenda Items:
1. Agenda Items
2. the bad news
3. The Day from Darn Hecky
4. want ad/an absurd moment
5. plug
mandamnit, I think I'm getting a cold. In fact, I'm sure of it. So for those eating dinner tomorrow, expect a little bit of an under-the-weather host. Everything else should function as planned.
today sucked. not only did the cold thing rear it's ass ugly head, but the day just turned out to be one little chopstick up the ass after another. Between dealing with seargent fuckhead at work, trying to complete all my normal weekly duties, having discussions with the crush about the crush situation and feeling the heartstrings tug and send ripples through loneliness, intervening with a schizotypal ready to run, handling the shit of other employees when I seriously didn't need to, and cold, rainy weather, Mister Mephausto is one unhappy submuhmabitch. So I'm going to do as much cleaning as possible and have some theraflu at some point, and unfortunately miss frisbee tomorrow. And that sucks.
if I could find someone to teach me both bass and banjo, things would kick ass. I could finally start the hillbilly punk band I've always wanted. Since Tony Hawk 3, that is. What?
I just coaxed my best friend to sign up on SG. look for pyratwilly. He's stuck in iowa. give him some love.
in closing, I'd just like to say that negotiating entropy seems to be a necessary evil. but I'll get into that later.
achoo
shit.
1. Agenda Items
2. the bad news
3. The Day from Darn Hecky
4. want ad/an absurd moment
5. plug
mandamnit, I think I'm getting a cold. In fact, I'm sure of it. So for those eating dinner tomorrow, expect a little bit of an under-the-weather host. Everything else should function as planned.
today sucked. not only did the cold thing rear it's ass ugly head, but the day just turned out to be one little chopstick up the ass after another. Between dealing with seargent fuckhead at work, trying to complete all my normal weekly duties, having discussions with the crush about the crush situation and feeling the heartstrings tug and send ripples through loneliness, intervening with a schizotypal ready to run, handling the shit of other employees when I seriously didn't need to, and cold, rainy weather, Mister Mephausto is one unhappy submuhmabitch. So I'm going to do as much cleaning as possible and have some theraflu at some point, and unfortunately miss frisbee tomorrow. And that sucks.
if I could find someone to teach me both bass and banjo, things would kick ass. I could finally start the hillbilly punk band I've always wanted. Since Tony Hawk 3, that is. What?
I just coaxed my best friend to sign up on SG. look for pyratwilly. He's stuck in iowa. give him some love.
in closing, I'd just like to say that negotiating entropy seems to be a necessary evil. but I'll get into that later.
achoo
shit.
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Because. Ow.
His name was TROGDOOOOR.
My carpal tunnel hurts.