I’m in the old office freelancing and man do I have to pee. But don’t want to use the bathroom for fear that I may run into someone and have that awkward “so what’s up” conversation with my dick in my hands.

how’s the ol’ rhyme go?
liquor then beer . . . in the clear
beer then liquor . . . never sicker
vodka then beer then tequila then beer then whiskey then beer . . . you dumb bastard

guess whose computer just went bust-o. i got what i thought was all of it backed up before reinstalling the OS. i brought in to apple after it still not working and was told i probably lost my logic board. i don’t know what that means, but it sounds important. especially when the tech guy is going, “yikes” and “that’s not good” while diagnosing it. i realized today however that i forgot to backup my bookmarks, mail, and calendars. so it looks like i get to start the new year fresh. literally. from scratch. it’s like a backwards Logan’s Run.

step one : get good and sepia-toned drunk

i’m totally not moshing

one night i even went as a shop teacher

late night calls on the shoephone

THE FEST : 1
D-RON : 0

THE FEST : 2
BABY COURAGEOUS : 0

I’m going to go on record and say that crowd surfing is annoying. Why should my fun have to suffer in order for some drunk asshole to live out his 9th grade fantasy. Just like in the Pearl Jam video. Or The Passion Of The Christ. Only in that there was more whipping and blood.

That and please will all you fat, sweaty men please stop taking off your shirt.

Today Jim and I observed the swarms of punk rawk kids at Wayward Council. There was so much flare on their clothing it was like they were a punk rock wind chime.

I wasted 3 hours of my day watching the American Film Institute’s 100 best movie quotes.
Anyone know of a way I can get them back?

the thing i hate about making a lunch you don’t enjoy is havingto throw it out and start over. why do i insist on buying mac & cheese knowing full well i won’t enjoy it when i finally get around to makig it?
tuna sammich here i come.

what is a ho?

Just got back from Winnipeg and boy was it awesome. So much fun. Got to hang out with so many great people at the Winnipeg IMprov Festival. Did shows all week long. Partied, socialized, laughed…Oh wait. That’s what I would be saying if I didn’t spend 5 of the 6 days there sick as shit. I did get well enough to take the Championship Title in the TheatreSports Death Match on Friday night. Things were looking up until about midnight that night when out of nowhere I threw up probably more than I have ever thrown up before. That plus the 100 plus degree fever I was running the next day bed rid me for the last night of the Festival. At least I got one good part of a night out of the whole experience.