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Just got out of an advance screening of 'Milk'. I feel like punching a straight person in the face. |
Next semester I'm just going to cut out the middleman and start bringing a flask to school in my bag. |
@stevenf I bet we'll see that widely implemented before XHTML 2.0 is. |
In other news, I could kiss Google Maps's public transit directions on the mouth. |
She's sitting there laughing at her own tweet. Her wine glass is… wait for it… empty. |
She just flipped me the finger. Well, *a* finger. She's pretty drunk. |
There are NHL players younger than me. I'm not cool with this. |
Every time you use the passive voice, a kitten is killed by God. |
WIne-with-homework turned into drunk relationship counselling. Again. |
Working on homework. Drinking strawberry wine. Have been forbidden from singing "Strawberry Wine". |
Stop Favrd baiting. You'll go blind. |
"Don't get your long underwear in a twist," I wish someone would have said to me. Because I went and did and now I'm really uncomfortable. |
@JoshJBodfield The acoustic is a $100 Yamaha; I also have a Squier Fat Telecaster getting dusty in my basement. I'm not hardcore at all. |
My poor guitar. I neglect it for months then spend an hour beating it all to hell.
There's no way to make this a joke I'm comfortable with. |
(Yes, I carry a change purse. No, I'm not 90 years old. Yes, I periodically need a cane to walk. No, really. Born in '84. 1984. Seriously.) |
Guitar picks go in my change purse because otherwise they'll get lost, but it's been so long since I played I think I spent them. |
@hotdogsladies @hotdogsladies Don't forget the bisexual poop webcock accidental-text jiminy. My kid just said that! |
I hardly ever fave @hotdogsladies, so when I do, I hope he knows it really means something. |
It's a funny coincidence, really, since we woke up to the building manager testing the fire alarms at fuck-you o'clock. |
The temperature outside this morning is fuck-you degrees Celcius. |
