they are very furry-esque.

i kind of enjoy that.
except when everything you find is shit and you cant afford it.

thats one gigantic head. i never get over it.

JUt had lunch. Now gonna smoke a bowl on my way home while listening to merztape

Ps peltor merztape is fucking awesome


I'm always putting it on in my car

her plastic tits are each as big as her alien skull

Preparing to go into Rehab... the delights of the modern world await

chilling out briefly after breakfast. it's 145pm and there's good sun out and listening to some beethoven's piano sonata. and making plans.

stop being so depressing.

oh, get a job and stop stalking me, you sad cunt

go insult some ex-friend like kegmama-- i'm sure you have tons

whats upset you this time whiney mcwhinerson?

Feeling down.

your stench.


ha! for a joyless cunt, you have a lot of gumption

wonder what you were like as a child.

who cares? you turned out to be a shit and that has nothing to do with my childhood.

now pardon me, gotta do a bit of office work here and you've used up your time quota.

its as simple as that to get rid of boring whiney people.

Cuckolded a super-lame dude last night and feeling pretty super about it. That's two supers, bros. Key moment of the night was when she revealed to me that she owned butt plugs, thereby revealing that she was into anal, and I responded by pointing at her and saying "UH OH."

Cross-posted to the sodomy thread.

Also listening to Brian Eno's 'Here Come the Warm Jets.'

Watching college hoops and drinking some beers.

I've been in bed for an hour reading and now coming back to this hell hole for some reason. Good night.

i went and bought a pizza and came back, i'm trying to start going to bed before 5 am and it looks like i've failed yet again, and i'm expecting the ups guy in the morning and have to go out at night :(

Getting a boner to this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PXFJ7vX8MyI

the holiday season doesn't feel like the holiday season. and i'm not complaining. cutting back on the grass, probably watch some youtube vids and then sleeppp

getting frustrated by half answers to questions I haven't asked yet and deciding that virtual long distance relationships with crazy psychics are everything I figured I was setting myself up for.

wasting time.

getting slightly plastered after a long workday. im gonna crack the bourbon any second now.

watched this over and over and lol'd mightily

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gjfZABX8Kw

about to get ready for bed. Exciting!!

really now. ha!!

Sometimes I feel like I’m living in a Larry David sketch. This really happened to me yesterday.

Situation: Offered a ride from a coworker, let’s call him Duke, to go to somebody’s retirement lunch, only to find out there’s no room in his car.

Set-up: Duke mentions he can give me a ride in his truck to lunch. On the way to the parking lot he mentions that, oh yeah, he also offered a female coworker, let’s call her Stephanie, a ride. “Somebody can sit in the middle,” Duke says. “Fine,” I say, “the more the merrier.”

Development: We stop by the office of the lovely and young Stephanie and she joins us in our walk out the building, into the pouring rain, and across the parking lot, all three of us engaged in polite banter. We get to the pick-up truck and Stephanie opens the cab door, and it’s a two-seater with a panel in the middle. “Climb in!” Duke says. Stephanie and he climb in and I’m standing in the rain with Duke looking at me quizzically as if he’s wondering why I’m not climbing in. “Uh, there doesn’t appear to be room, Duke,” I say. He sort of shrugs his shoulders and smiles good-naturedly but doesn’t say anything, and Stephanie is turning a little red and shrugging her shoulders at me. “That’s OK, I’ve got my car,” I say, the rain pouring down on my bare head. “Are you sure?” Duke asks. Pregnant pause, me looking at the panel in the middle where evidently I’m expected to sit. “I’m sure, it’s all right,” I say. “OK,” Duke says, “see you there.”

Naturally we all see one another at the lunch thing. I think of several things to say but don’t. Here’s where the script breaks down. In a real Larry David show I’m sure Larry would have several smart-ass things to say. I keep quiet.

Also, there’s never any other mention of it when we see each other at work.

OK, where are Larry David’s script writers?

what a fucking asshole, gmku.

Me? Or Duke?

duke, the fucker

No shit. I'm still scratching my head over it. He's either an asshole or just an idiot. Or both.

Of course, this is the same guy who once asked me how to send a FedEx package. So maybe he's just not all that bright.

next time you should offer to give him a lift, and turn up on rollerskates.

Ha ha. Yeah. I'm plotting...

Well, it's a Friday afternoon and I really don't feel like working but I have to stay here. No sense going anywhere anyway. The Wedge doesn't open for another 2 hours.

Enjoying decent wine and special treat cigs.

Watching it snow outside my window in Asheville! Woo hoo. Doggie and I will go for a walk in this.