Sometimes I rattle the cage and beat my head uselessly against its bars, but sometimes, I can shake one loose and use it as a dildo.
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Now spreading rumors that a Star Wars movie based entirely on Gungans is in the works.
I just got screamed at by a 400 pound "tuskan raider".
Life is good.
Even knowing you're full of shit... I hate you.
I like to think of myself as an artist.
Now spreading rumors that a Star Wars movie based entirely on Gungans is in the works.
I just got screamed at by a 400 pound "tuskan raider".
Life is good.
"Yeah, you son of a bitch, but I am from BALTIMORE and I can BARELY SPEAK ENGLISH", he said as he swung from way down South, striking the janitor in the crotch with all of his strength. There was a muffled "awwwww DAMN" from the other occupants of the room, which Jaxx ignored.
"Friday, we have TALKED about gratuitous killing, have we not?"
"No, boss, YOU talked about it. I just sat there and thought about unicorns and puppies. You took that for assent."
I love her.
I'll be in Austin until Tuesday.
Everyone be cool.
The napalm is under the sink.
Because I got to it first.
ALL I CAN FIND IS SCRATCH PROOF SPONGES.
WHYYYYY?
I should do some research before making sleep-deprived posts.
It's a fairly substantial penalty, as well. Something like $2000 anually times the number of employees minus 30, and grows each year.
http://kff.org/infographic/employer-responsibility-under-the-affordable-care-act/
Hobby Lobby has about 21000 employees, -30 x2000 = $41,940,000 a year.
Never mind.
Still gonna have a rationalist ending.
Anyone figure out exactly what's going on, yet?
He musta run outta Indiana.
More later.
Oh, and apparently I have four new messages since changing my profile to say I'm not available.
"She's in a relationship now? Oh yeah. I love when they play hard to get."
That seems to be the typical reaction. That, and getting hit on by married men.
You're taken. He's taken. You have something in common!
How funny you would say that! The message I got today:
Wow.
Yeah, you would think I was exaggerating, but nope.
More later.
Oh, and apparently I have four new messages since changing my profile to say I'm not available.
"She's in a relationship now? Oh yeah. I love when they play hard to get."
That seems to be the typical reaction. That, and getting hit on by married men.
He's also just the worst lecturer ever. Ever. His soothing monotone is almost impossible to listen to, and his quizzes are TERRIBLE.
What I don't get about the crying part of breaking up is why it requires so much energy. The amount of force my body puts into squeezing out tears and snot is just incredible. Especially the straining part of the process, where your face gets all wrenched up and you make the quiet "eeeeee" noise. Face, neck, torso: What are you guys even straining against? I mean, if I'm using that many muscles at once, at least I could be evacuating my bowels or coughing up a nice blob of phlegm—you know, something useful. I don't get it....
We are fighting ourselves and restraining our grief. For 'lo, it is unseemly and means you have a tiny dick in contemporary society. Or 20th century society, whichever. Also, all that fluid flying from our faces makes it hard to breathe, which we need to do regardless.
I am still waiting for the water works to start on my end. Mostly I'm just fucking exhausted. Like the day after a really long vacation involving lots of sun, shitty booze, and many time-zone changes.
I know where she is. Inge has embraced Wicca. Or Wicca.com, to be more precise.
NIGHT COMPLETE.
