Don't worry, this is going to be funny, not revealing.

Okay, so last night I hooked up with this girl. After a few minutes of making out, she pauses to tell me something: "Just so you know, I'm a pretty rough girl. If you don't think you can handle it, we should just stop now."

That's right, folks; she gave me a disclaimer!
Of course, I said "Ah, whatever; I'm sure I can handle it," and went on.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I now have scratches all over my back, bite marks all over my neck, and the hole in my right ear is now ripped a little bit. It was an... interesting evening. And I had to go to work today showing all these battle wounds. Needless to say, I got a lot of askance looks. It was hilarious.

But what really got me about the whole situation was the fact that I got a disclaimer beforhand. That cracks me up.

And, in completely opposite and unrelated news, I had this long talk the other day with my mother about faith and christianity. It was... weird. Seriously though: it's really fucking difficult while having such a conversation to try and word things so as to not let your mother know that you are atheistic and that all the years of protestant Sunday school came to naught. I mean, it was pretty obvious (and, really, it has been all along; after all, every Sunday for several years I'd spend the service snickering at just how much the picture of Jesus on the tapestry above the altar looked like Pete Townsend); I mean, I did express every view from the historical, rather than biblical, perspective but still; that's generally not the kind of thing you want to tell your mother.

Oh, and as a tangent, the preacher at the church we used to go to was totally awesome. He was Irish Catholic and, before becoming a priest, he was quite the hell- raiser; he used to tell my Sunday school class stories about waking up drunk in canals in Irelend. It was awesome. Oh, and then, after taking his vows, he decided that the whole celibacy thing totally sucked and promptly jumped ship to the Episcopal church where he was allowed to get laid. I always thought that was pretty damn cool, especially when compared to your usual bible belt fire n' brimstone type preacher.

Oh, and I guess I didn't relay this, but, due to a long and stupid series of events involving ailing family members, late paychecks, and douchebag former roommates, I've moved back home for the summer. Yeah, it kinda sucks, but at least now I don't have to buy my own food. I should be back in the saddle at the beginning of August. And another plus is that, since my parents don't have cable and I therefore can't just sit around and watch Star Trek and the History Channel all the damn time, I've been forced to find more productive activities to keep myself occupied, namely working out (read: swimming) and playing guitar. So I guess that's kinda good too.

Other than that, I've just been slowly moving my stuff and working. Fun, huh?

My sister turned 19 the other day. All of her friends bailed on her party, where as several of mine showed up. So, she spent her birthday hanging out with my friends. Seriously, folks; when one of our friends has a birthday, if humanly possible, we all come a-runnin'. I just don't understand how someone's friends could ditch him or her on his or her birthday. That's fucking weak. It's a good thing that she was adopted as the general little sister of my group a few years back.

Oh, and is anyone going to the Lucero show on Thursday? I want to go, but I don't think I have anyone to go with.