Either you A. are for gay marriage, B. don’t believe in the institution of marriage, or C. are an asshole. There are no other options.
Well, if everyone else is doing it..
Gratuitous Picture Of Yourself And Your Cat Wednesday.
I don’t give a shit if it’s Monday night, I’m gonna live it the fuck up! FUCKING. PARTY.
Writing comedy all afternoon with this guy. We took a quick break from making funny to have a “Who can look more unfuckable” competition. His effort is valiant and ugly, but I win by a mile.
I literally looks 100 pounds heavier than I am in this picture. Holy shit did I win.
Just saw the new superhero movie, Z Boys: First Grade. Pretty pissed my favorite character Ol’ One Eye wasn’t in it though.
Ordered a pizza from my favorite pizza place. It came undercooked. I called, told them, they understood who I was and what the problem was, the guy said sorry and then said something I didn’t explicitly understand but assumed was something like “Another pizza will be over in 20 minutes” and then said “bye” and hung up. Waited 35 minutes in agonizing hunger, and finally decided to call back again to make sure a new pizza was on its way. THEY CLOSED AND WEREN’T PICKING UP THE PHONE.
This is the closest I have been/will get to being actively spurned romantically in/for a long time. And GOD does it hurt.
“I saw that Ke$ha the other day,” he says. She’d emailed him about getting a drink, and a few days later, he ran into her in a bar. “She was sitting by herself, and I walked up to her and said, ‘Listen, I got your e-mail. Your music is really bad! I don’t know who listens to it, but I imagine it’s, like, six-year-olds - and it’s a bad message.”
It was my supervisor’s birthday today. She didn’t want to call attention to it though, so she just wore a birthday-girl hat, a birthday-girl barrette, a birthday-girl ribbon and put a giant happy-birthday banner all around her workplace and complained about having to work, you know, cuz it’s her birthday. No balloons though, she’s not a narcissist.