eight_blocks

Rumor mongering, from a decade ago.

Apparently in high school:
* I could fellate myself.
* This was a good thing because:
* I had HPV.

I wish I'd known these things about me back then!

Sometimes I <3 Fark.com

http://forums.fark.com/cgi/fark/comments.pl?IDLink=2947732

"I went to a chiropractor for 2 years in college. Not for my back. He used to sell me weed.
/True story"

And in the same thread I hate Humanity:
"I have a coworker who just had a baby. The baby went to the chiro at age 2 DAYS to get work on misalignments from travelling through birth canal!"

Seriosuly?...
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The problem with existential crises is that, by definition, they are prone to happening <i>when you least expect it.</i>

Post blog, shave, shower, have breakfast, buy groceries for the week [another plant maybe?] , get money for the concert tonight, come home, move room around, work on final project (finish: outline, project plan spread sheet, document design), vacuum apartment thoroughly (room before / after moving it about. Go to wedding reception, come home and take a nap, eat something. Go to strip club to...
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Okay, I swear I posted something yesterday. Weird.

Modest Mouse: retreads FTW.
Napping at 7 on a Friday FTL.

Being done w. ENG218 in two days FTW
Tonight is: take a nap; rearrange apartment; rent movie. Go to bed. Wake up early.
Etc. Etc. Etc.

<3 This So Very Hard.

After slightly more than a week of finding out I was still not running on my own internet:

It's back.

This makes me much happier than it should.

But still: happiness and the internet and updating my website! All these things? Now doable from the comfort of my own place.

Also, I missed all the SG's and the groups I'm a member of.

wtf is...
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Salsa was: a delicious Spanish woman dancing with me and I twirled her around; moving back to basic I pulled a touch to hard on her shoulder --she fell into me and I smiled, apologized softly to the side of her nose.

"I can't complain" she intoned, bosom heaving against my chest.

So this sleepless guy comes in, orders an omlette, changes his mind, orders a burger, gets antsy and leaves half way through. The punk guy who I'm sure was at the Elbow Room on Thursday night seems to have left the owner and I alone, so I ask: How much for the burger?

She laughs, $3.13 she says.
Coincidence? Couldn't be anything else, eh? I'll...
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POST DATE TO THURSDAY:

Elbow room Karaoke awesomeness.
Got to bed at 4am. work up for work at 8.20am. AM now passing out at 11.47pm on a Friday night.


FRIDAY: work was fun, made plans to drink w. a coworker for the second time ever, quite pleased with that. Was reminded why i generally stay away from main street Ann Arbor.

I get a cat...
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<h3>Clearly, I am a culinary genius</h3>

Corona + cheetos
Corona + fritos

!= chocolate.

Damnit.

The drinking / experimentation / fattening continues.

(Or I may pass out)