In lieu of the innuendo..

I don't fully understand where you're trying to steer this. Example:

I'm tired of living with him, I hate his guts, are you getting a house? I need someone to live with. I can't deal with my boyfriend anymore OH WAIT, no, never mind, he's not my boyfriend anymore, I'm single, really. Please pay more attention to me.

Then I counter with whatever "hm" type response I can think of, and end with "We can smoke a joint after work if you want".

I get back:

Uh, I don't know. I'm not allowed to smoke up without him around.



So yeah, I have no idea what the hell you're trying to accomplish, but you aren't very good at it. Who the hells asks if they can live with you, but won't light one up?

The best part is when I come back into work and the other one yells at me "WHY DON'T YOU TALK TO ME WHEN THAT OTHER GIRL IS AROUND?"

Here's a tip. It's cause you talk in a way that requires me to type in either all caps, or without using the spacebar, and that tires me the fuck out to repeat verbatim. Seriously, can't we just all be friends?

Paul says:
I tried to draw Luke when he joined the Dark Side but it wouldn't come up.

Steven says:
Hah

Paul says:
That's probably the only section of the saga where Luke actually looked kinda intimidating. Unfortunately, he also looked like a blend of an emo and a goth who listens to too much of The Cure.

Steven says:
Luke?
Anakin? Or however you spell it?

Paul says:
I was mentioning Luke Skywalker.
Dressed in clad black? Leather boots? Green lightsaber? Emo 'do?

Steven says:
I didn't know he turned to the dark side.
Oh. He was just wearing black.

Paul says:
He did. He did it to get close to the emperor and snuff him, but then he got tempted by the dark side, yadda yadda yadda, comes to him senses, blah blah blah, and Darth Vader tosses the empreror down a bottomless shaft.

Steven says:
I thought he got electrocuted for that whole insanely long scene just because he said no.
Yeah, didn't he say no, then fought Vader until the Emporer commented on him "using his anger"?

Paul says:
Yeah, he did. That part was funny.
Was that what happened? I thought he actually stuck to the bad guys for a bit.

Steven says:
Nah, that would mean having to add depth to the character.
I never liked any of them except Han much anyway.
I would have loved for the first movie to end with Han taking off and Vader gunning down Luke, the Alliance getting blown apart, with the last 30 minutes detailing all the kickass things Han did with his loot, and all the even more kickass things Harrison Ford did with his career after.

Paul says:
Aaaaw. But that would mean that Chewy would die too!

Steven says:
Psh, Chewie is smart enough to split with Han like they should have.
He probably tried to talk him out of coming back, damnit!
Think about it
Get a pile of cash and the like, or save a bunch of whiny dissidents who will, in the end, put you out of buisness if they win and smuggling is no longer a nessicary trade, and who will probably come to you complaining and looking for handouts after you carry them through the next two sequels and their careers flounder.

Steven says:
While I'm tearing apart things you love, if you really think about it, alot of superheros would literally just be deformed retards without their superpowers.

Booze (the A-word is awful hard to spell) + stoned checkers + StarWars reruns and a general distaste for sci-fi.

Tommy Dorsey sounds like a rapist

Good weed, found some Schnapps, bunch of old records, and the pool table.

Found friend with which to smoke the weed, drank the Schnapps before I got there, now playing pool shitfaced and doing better than I would sober. Plan to walk to Seven and get cooked, since we're outta smokes.

Turns out if you complain, things always work out. Hm.

Five minutes later:

YAY BRENDAN HOOKED ME UP.

Thankee.

No weed, no booze, no prescription pills, nothing, natch, nada.

But! BUT!

But nothing. Fuck this shit, I can't even think well enough to write.

Never, ever believe anyone who says they aren't hooked on something.
Never believe an addict. And we're all addicts.

I feel like shit today. I think it's safe to assume that it's because I haven't eaten anything for a few days except shrooms and a pepperoni stick. Oh well.

There's a new girl around now, I'm not really sure what to think about it. I've really gotten alot better at distinguising between "interesting", and "just too plain fucked up for me to get involved". I've been with some absolutely fucking insane people over the last year or two, and I'm about tired of it. My grasp on reality is usually shakey enough, I don't need that shit besides.

See, what happens is I start to feel bad for whomever it is. I'm not sure why I have this particular self-destructive tendancy, but usually when I feel bad for someone, I have a heap of difficulty telling them to fuck off and leave me alone, even if they really should. I don't really want to have a thing, especially not this time around, but I guess whateer happens happens, and I can always just get bitter and hateful and tell her off later.

I don't really have much else to say for now. I had the weirdest trip I've ever had yesterday, but I don't terribly want to tell you about it right now.

Also, I apparently scare people when I'm sober and look unhappy.

I guess this is a good thing to know.