Oh boy. Where to begin...
I guess I'll start with the beginning:
I want to a party last night.
I was told almost immediately upon entering by "MrsClaus" (my friend, and a hostess) that her friend thought I was "really cute."
Shortly thereafter I am informed that TheFriend is not there. My feelings are hurt.
I quickly realize that there a large number of gay dudes.
I think I got felt up by a gay dude.
I got asked if I was gay. Queue drinking.
I am asked if I am gay again. Queue unhealthy binge-drink..
I tell one of the hosts of the party (a female) that she is a bitch, and as she becomes offended, I try (unsuccessfully) to convince her that it was a compliment
I leave the room pursued by the sounds of her shrieking.
I am asked if i am gay for the 5th or 6th time in the night. Queue attempted suicide by alcohol-poisoning.
The next thing I remember, TheRoommate is telling me I need to wake up, it is four, and that it smells like puke in our room.
If maybe I could just have one peaceful, successful night with a GODDAMNED WOMAN, I wouldn't do these things to myself.
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Saturday, December 15, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
My Mac crashed.
It's been down for a while, but I'm going to write it here because I've been living in denial for far too long.
I know that I say stuff like "out of principle, I refuse to be either a 'PC-person' or a 'Mac-person,'" but dammit, my MacBook is soooooo fucking good. If computers were candy, macBooks would be chocolate bars, and all of them would have golden tickets. And the golden ticket would be Comic Life.
Long story short, OPID is without any TYC* because my mac crashed. Thanks a lot, Steve Jobs and that other Steve no-one cares about.**
* TYC: "Two 'Y' Chromosomes," a webcomic authored by Lazer and illustrated by myself that has been put on hiatus by the non-functional state of my Mac.
** Just kidding, Steve WOZNIAC. I care about you.
Alright, I lied, I don't care about you, I just know your name because you're one of the speakers who is coming to my college for homecoming. You and Howie Mandell.
BRICK CITY!!! WOOOOO!!! (this is where I roll my eyes)
(and about here is where I apologize for being a terrible writer)
(and about here I unapologize, and tell all of you to fuck off.)
I know that I say stuff like "out of principle, I refuse to be either a 'PC-person' or a 'Mac-person,'" but dammit, my MacBook is soooooo fucking good. If computers were candy, macBooks would be chocolate bars, and all of them would have golden tickets. And the golden ticket would be Comic Life.
Long story short, OPID is without any TYC* because my mac crashed. Thanks a lot, Steve Jobs and that other Steve no-one cares about.**
* TYC: "Two 'Y' Chromosomes," a webcomic authored by Lazer and illustrated by myself that has been put on hiatus by the non-functional state of my Mac.
** Just kidding, Steve WOZNIAC. I care about you.
Alright, I lied, I don't care about you, I just know your name because you're one of the speakers who is coming to my college for homecoming. You and Howie Mandell.
BRICK CITY!!! WOOOOO!!! (this is where I roll my eyes)
(and about here is where I apologize for being a terrible writer)
(and about here I unapologize, and tell all of you to fuck off.)
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