That's it, I think I've lost it. Time: 6:56pm ET. Sanity departing on the last train. Have you ever looked at random numbers so long they started talking to you? Let me tell you, for some reason 38 really hates 796. Friggin primadonnas. I struggled with that word - two n's or one? Fuck it, you get the point.
I should start a business where you hire a celebrity lookalike, and fight them. Who wouldn't want to kick Dolly Parton's ass? Although I would assume hitting her in the chest would shatter all the bones in your hand, but regardless.... and don't say irregardless, because that's just a stupid made-up word people use to sound cooler than they are.
Well, I'm gone - time to go home and make friends with that bottle of booze in my fridge.
Dys
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Monday, June 05, 2006
"I will karate-chop you in the ovaries"
Bah. Time doesn't just fly, it pulls a superman and shoots off at subsonic speeds. I tell you, the man that invents some sort of time-management device that allows me to actually freeze time, that man will instantly qualify as my new best friend.
So, dinner was fine. My parents and Teach's are similar, so there was no violence or anything. There was definitely an uncomfortable moment on my part when both sets of parents started talking about how great I was...yipe. Accepting compliments is hard for me to begin with - I don't know why, but old people giving them makes it worse somehow.
The good news was that after dinner, I got to retreat to the Mexican's casa and play some 1-on-1 beerpong. The bad news is that for some reason, I lost badly every time I played, and apparently I'm quite chatty when I'm drunk. I believe that it will have no long-lasting impact, but I have suspicions that I may have mildly irritated Teach with my crazy-random stories and threats of martial arts mayhem to her reproductive organs. We shall see.
Work is hectic. I have a meeting with... well, I suppose he's the closest thing to a nemesis I have here at work. When we are in a room together, the air practically hums with ominous intent, so I guess he qualifies. There has been some sort of battle going on for years now, which has mutated so much that I bet neither one of us are really sure how it started, and now we just despise every facet of the other's being much like a lobster's relationship with a chicken. If you've never seen it, you should run out now and buy a live chicken and lobster (the dead ones don't react the same way surprisingly) and put them in a cage together. It's some sort of evolutionary grudge match, which starts with instinctual rage and degenerates into a terrible bloodbath. Not that lobsters really bleed that much, but you get what I'm saying here.
Dys
So, dinner was fine. My parents and Teach's are similar, so there was no violence or anything. There was definitely an uncomfortable moment on my part when both sets of parents started talking about how great I was...yipe. Accepting compliments is hard for me to begin with - I don't know why, but old people giving them makes it worse somehow.
The good news was that after dinner, I got to retreat to the Mexican's casa and play some 1-on-1 beerpong. The bad news is that for some reason, I lost badly every time I played, and apparently I'm quite chatty when I'm drunk. I believe that it will have no long-lasting impact, but I have suspicions that I may have mildly irritated Teach with my crazy-random stories and threats of martial arts mayhem to her reproductive organs. We shall see.
Work is hectic. I have a meeting with... well, I suppose he's the closest thing to a nemesis I have here at work. When we are in a room together, the air practically hums with ominous intent, so I guess he qualifies. There has been some sort of battle going on for years now, which has mutated so much that I bet neither one of us are really sure how it started, and now we just despise every facet of the other's being much like a lobster's relationship with a chicken. If you've never seen it, you should run out now and buy a live chicken and lobster (the dead ones don't react the same way surprisingly) and put them in a cage together. It's some sort of evolutionary grudge match, which starts with instinctual rage and degenerates into a terrible bloodbath. Not that lobsters really bleed that much, but you get what I'm saying here.
Dys
Saturday, June 03, 2006
now this should be interesting
...or at least terribly awkward. My parents are meeting Teach's parents for the first time tonight - we are all going out to dinner. Yay... at least it gives me a reason to drink heavily tonight. As if I needed a reason.
And eepie, I know you are asian - perhaps I should have been clearer. Your hair is now "big trouble in little china" asian, its "fast and the furious 3" asian.... hell, it's anime asian. It's so asian it hurts, like those weird singers in Blade - like the crazy Fuk Mi/Fuk Yu twins in Austin Powers. Hell, I'm just gonna come out and say it, it's stereotypically asian. There.
Dys
And eepie, I know you are asian - perhaps I should have been clearer. Your hair is now "big trouble in little china" asian, its "fast and the furious 3" asian.... hell, it's anime asian. It's so asian it hurts, like those weird singers in Blade - like the crazy Fuk Mi/Fuk Yu twins in Austin Powers. Hell, I'm just gonna come out and say it, it's stereotypically asian. There.
Dys
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