Apparently I can't edit posts at the moment, only make new ones, so here's a new one!

I was just watching an episode of family guy, where Peter discover's he's black. Lois' Dad turns out to own a slave, whom he calls "some guy we fed and took care of in exchange for a few chores".

While this is ofcourse an animated and unrealisitc lampoon of reality, those who've heard my "Why slavery is good" speech should take note that someone from family guy is actually in line with my view point for once.

Tonight was the balls.

First, it was me, T, and S in the tower. We basically sat around all night and made jokes about the event in the show lounge, and about how one of the employees works for an escort service on the side (I am unable to find her site or I'd post a link here. You can't actually see her face, so it's all confidential still, right?).

*For those who are unaware, an escort is essentially a hooker, though technically you're paying to take her out to dinner or something, and the sex just "happens" to happen because the girl "likes you" or something similar. I personally see nothing really derogatory about just calling them hookers - there's lots of sluts out there, and a hooker is really just someone who was smart enough to see the monetary value in being one.*

About a quarter of the jokes were at her expense. The rest were at the expense of the particular staff members who happened to notice she was also an escort.

Besides that, we had all manner of drunk people, I got pulled over by the coolest cops ever (actually fun), and just in general had a pretty entertaining night.


In clarification, I don't care if you're wanting to read this, Lisa. I can say whatever unpleasant things I want to about you on here, and you can't complain because this is my personal blog, and I hadn't even told you it existed until you came across it. To be frank, you were simply not invited.

I can complain about all the unpleasant things you say about me to your friends because you always leave those messages open, non-minimized, so that it's the first thing I see when I turn on the computer.

Do you see the difference here? I'm writing my thoughts down basically to myself, you're jamming yours in my face, intentionally or not.

I spend most of my day looking at cameras, some of which are poorly wired, others of which are outside.

No matter what, when you zoom them in, they usually have higher definition than my T.V. currently does on the non-HD channels. TV has never really been as fuzzy as it seems to be latel.

Either my DVR is getting fullish, or the TV companies intentionally downgrade the picture quality on regular channels to encourage you to get their HD packages.

Haha.So what's up?.

10:20am NOt alot SHowing off my computer speakers to the neibours.

10:21am Hahaha. Do you live in an apartment?.

10:21am Yup.

10:21amWhat yah listening to?.

10:21am I'm listening to megadeth. Anyone who can hear my speakers has been listening to Soulja boy for the last three hours..



I wonder if "I didn't do my taxes because the booklet is making such a good mousepad." is a valid excuse.

I wonder if "I listed ten illegal mexicans and an old jewish couple in hiding as living with us because you gave me just enough space to do so in the census form" works too.

Lisa didn't take the hint when I said "Maybe you just shouldn't read my blog then." in regards to her being bothered by things on here.

To be quite honest babe, I only really write this thing to rant to myself and keep in touch with Lindsay, both of which are harder to do with you constantly present. I'm not complaining, just stating I can't wander the appartment mumbling to myself when you're around, and you definately made our last hangout a tad off.

So, for the benifit of Lisa, I shall no longer writing fun, somewhat deep things here.

I shall instead write fun, somewhat half true things.

The new guy is also from Dawson. He's friends with all my childhood friends, does most of the same stuff I did around there, and yet is someone I've never even heard about, let alone seen.

Seems like a nice guy, but it's kind of weird to meet the best friend of your elementary school best friend, and have no idea who the fuck he is.

I saw the second best* drunken biking wipeout ever today. Details are unfortunately work-related, and thus confidential, but basically this really, really, really smashed old junkie spent the better part of an hour getting aquainted with the ground after trying to pedal on a nice, flat piece of pavement.

Today was a pretty good day in general.




*The first best was Tye, on Alex's bike. We were either super stoned or wasted or something, and had decided we wanted to go biking. I only had one bike around, so we went and stole (well, really only borrowed) two from Alex's place (I think it was Alex, at least). Tye of course made Cal take the shitty bike, while he took the newer one, and we took off down the hill.

In case you didn't know, biking while drunk is fun, but makes you REALLY thirsy. So we decided to go to the shell store to grab some water. We made it through the SPSS lot, and into the church parking lot behind it. THe only thing in our way was the massive fucking speedbump at the lot's exit. I slipped around it in the narrow gap on the side, and when I looked back, Tye was right behind me.

Suddenly, as I'm looking forward, he flies off his bike, and we literally maintain eye contact as I bring my view frontward. I stop, he lands a little ways ahead of me, luckily for him on the grass. Cal stops without trying to get around the bump, which was probably a good idea as he had enough trouble walking most of the time, even when sober (well, MORE sober). I kinda stop and look around, trying not to laugh too loud. Tye's getting up, and Cal's picking up Alex's bike.

I still don't really know what exactly happened. Somehow Tye had missed the gap, and his wheel hadn't been able to get over the bump. It twisted right around, pulling out the brake cables, and making it so the front wheel ran perpendicular to the handlebars. Tye was ok, and we managed to get the wheel bent straight, but the brakes were fucked. Being a bunch of drunken bums, we snuck the bike back, and I've probably never told her about any of this. The brakes probably came up later. I think she got her money back from the guy she'd bought it from, and got to keep the bike, or one of those other crazy lucky things that seem to happen to her to balance out the shitty things in her life.

I'm watching the Office. They're burying this dead bird, and the one guy is talking about how he buried a fish or something when he was five, and thought it was immature and stupid then.

We buried a muffin in my tenth grade art class. Neat when life is stupider than TV.