Keri says I need a new blog.
Sadly for her, and for all my dear readers, I read her comment while drunk!
That means you get a drunken blog! My first ever! You know, just a new months ago, these were called "journal entries", not "blogs". Blech. "Blog" makes it sound like I'm writing a LiveJournal post, and I HATE LIVEJOURNAL.
Okay, so I guess you probably want to know what I've been up to for the past month. I was hoping to write a big, substantive post, but since Keri is in such a goddam rush to hear what I've been up to, you have to read my drunken ramblings. But. you know, when an SG tells you to write a blog entry, you better fucking write a blog entry! Of course, my drunken ramblings are far more eloquent than most drunken ramblings, because I am a GENIUS.
So, the shows. Both went very, very well. They were spiritual opposites, but both equal in extreme quality. And both were goddam successful, too. The resume got a big 'ol boost. Booyah.
Right now I'm in the midst of a passion project. This of course means no money is involved, whatsoever. I'm forming a small theater collective, a group designed around experimenting with texts that each member (all early career folks) have wanted to work on. We will soon have our second official meeting. By our fifth meeting, I assume we will have conquered Earth. We're just that goddam awesome.
I was supposed to march with my brothers and sisters of the revolution today, forcing our right-mindedness upon the military industrial complex, but I was down with a stomach bug all day Friday and the temperature outside today was hovering somewhere between God Awful and Fucking Cold, so I stayed in. In other words, I'm a wuss. You know I'm drunk when my post includes a reference to my own wussitude.
My birthday was about two weeks back. I was taken out for sushi. Have you ever seen that episode the Simpsons, from one of the first few seasons, where Homer gets taken out for sushi, and ends up devouring endless piles of raw fish, cramming the succulent pieces into his mouth at a speed that can only be called unwholesome? Yeah, that was me.
Oh, and my NCAA bracket is kicking ass right now. I'm totally beating yours. Who had Winthrop over Notre Dame? Me, that's who.
Now they just have to lose to Oregon.
Peace.
Sadly for her, and for all my dear readers, I read her comment while drunk!
That means you get a drunken blog! My first ever! You know, just a new months ago, these were called "journal entries", not "blogs". Blech. "Blog" makes it sound like I'm writing a LiveJournal post, and I HATE LIVEJOURNAL.
Okay, so I guess you probably want to know what I've been up to for the past month. I was hoping to write a big, substantive post, but since Keri is in such a goddam rush to hear what I've been up to, you have to read my drunken ramblings. But. you know, when an SG tells you to write a blog entry, you better fucking write a blog entry! Of course, my drunken ramblings are far more eloquent than most drunken ramblings, because I am a GENIUS.
So, the shows. Both went very, very well. They were spiritual opposites, but both equal in extreme quality. And both were goddam successful, too. The resume got a big 'ol boost. Booyah.
Right now I'm in the midst of a passion project. This of course means no money is involved, whatsoever. I'm forming a small theater collective, a group designed around experimenting with texts that each member (all early career folks) have wanted to work on. We will soon have our second official meeting. By our fifth meeting, I assume we will have conquered Earth. We're just that goddam awesome.
I was supposed to march with my brothers and sisters of the revolution today, forcing our right-mindedness upon the military industrial complex, but I was down with a stomach bug all day Friday and the temperature outside today was hovering somewhere between God Awful and Fucking Cold, so I stayed in. In other words, I'm a wuss. You know I'm drunk when my post includes a reference to my own wussitude.
My birthday was about two weeks back. I was taken out for sushi. Have you ever seen that episode the Simpsons, from one of the first few seasons, where Homer gets taken out for sushi, and ends up devouring endless piles of raw fish, cramming the succulent pieces into his mouth at a speed that can only be called unwholesome? Yeah, that was me.
Oh, and my NCAA bracket is kicking ass right now. I'm totally beating yours. Who had Winthrop over Notre Dame? Me, that's who.
Now they just have to lose to Oregon.
Peace.
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need2xcap2:
well maybe if you were here, there wouldn't be any bigamy happening.... hmmm.... 
thedishwasher:
i had a mental breakdown yesterday at work because i hate it, hahahaha, but im trying hard to stick it out