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Me and my neighbor are playing Bacon Wars, apparently. You guys should come over. |
Also, thanks to the tweeps who've asked where I've been. I've been nowhere you want to hear about, but I appreciate it sincerely. xo |
Got the Indian food but they forgot to give me the sauce that I like. It's a disappointment AND a life metaphor. |
The part where I punch the package of ramen...that's my favorite part. Of life. |
Riiight, so marijuana is still considered a Schedule I drug but I can buy a five pound bag of Skittles for $1.99? |
Google Street View for Seattle, finally. They blurred out the "No Iraq War" sticker on my window. My ass cheeks, OTOH: crystal clear. |
Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Eat. Sleep...Aw fuck, I've turned into my cats. Neuter me? |
Mmm. Tamales for dinner. Hot ones. (The candy kind.) |
Eff it. I need a job. Please hire me. Skills: Sleeping in, staring at the Internet, candy. |
If my neighborhood is any indication, the real winner tonight is honking. |
Hooray. I'm conceding to these celebratory black bean tacos. |
@ki_lo Ha. Thanks? |
C'mon, Virginia. Don't make me move back to you. |
Fuck you, overpriced Indian food. Fuck you right in your $10 chole. |
In trying to keep my costume as true-to-life as possible this year, I decided to be a crying snooze button covered in cat hair. |
No, no...I completely understand. I'd probably unfollow me, too, if that was possible. |
I don't have a fart's idea what I'm doing anymore. |
I used to think I wasn't a big enough asshole enough to win at life; now I know I'm just the wrong kind of asshole. Glad I figured that out. |
Damn. That yam was a complete sham. What a scam. |
I may be nearly bald, but inside there's an even bald-er man just dying to get out. Fucker. |
