Fuck John Kerry. And fuck that giant spider I just had to kill. And fuck the lack of anything to eat in this house. And fuck the next person I hear misusing basic English grammar.
I'd kill (or torture) for a bagel and a case of beer right now, but I guess I'll just go to bed.
Strangest weekend ever. Saturday I spent at a "party" (I use the term loosely) out in the Wisconsin countryside, surrounded by the wealthy--would've been hell if not for the friend that brought me there in the first place (and who am I to turn down free booze?). Spent Sunday with the gang at MOA mocking anything and everything that we hate, which would've been lame if we weren't so goddamn hilarious. Now just to work on this sobriety/ consciousness issue.
Oh, and fuck Ralph Nader, too.
I'd kill (or torture) for a bagel and a case of beer right now, but I guess I'll just go to bed.
Strangest weekend ever. Saturday I spent at a "party" (I use the term loosely) out in the Wisconsin countryside, surrounded by the wealthy--would've been hell if not for the friend that brought me there in the first place (and who am I to turn down free booze?). Spent Sunday with the gang at MOA mocking anything and everything that we hate, which would've been lame if we weren't so goddamn hilarious. Now just to work on this sobriety/ consciousness issue.
Oh, and fuck Ralph Nader, too.
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cipher:
*wonders briefly whether the implied "fuck Bush" was noticed by neodrunk, realizes he doesn't care, wanders off to buy beer*
johnnyt:
Hands-down, my favorite insult came from you. A spelling mistake. In MY profile. I almost left the Porch. 