In case you're wondering....

I'm still somehow alive.
Blogs have been getting sketchy, I know. I'm just a lazy fuck.

So today, I wake up to hear that one of our pipes broke (which turned out to be a lie in the end), which means I haven't showered yet. It also means that there have been two to three men (all of which I know) tearing about my porch. Turns out there was just a decently large salamander caught in one of our pipes, whose body my dad removed. Of course, they realize this after they rip up half of the panels on our porch. Good job guys. So now they're hammering it back down, which makes it even harder to work.

It also turns out that I'm banging my best friend. Which is convenient, because neither of us have a conscience and I see the kid all the time. Dirty Little Secret.

You know what Monday means, right?
LFG: 249
Kinda lame, but I guess it goes with the plot. wtfe.
Cyanide and Happiness: 1646
Kinda weird, but okay.
It also means The Big Bang Theory is on at 8 PM EST, and How I Met Your Mother directly after at 8:30 EST.
Be there or be a turd.

Check out Strike Gently if you want, I'm too lazy to see what's there. It looks as if Green Day is going on tour though. Not that I can afford to go to a goddamn concert.

I almost think I had something worth while to say, but god knows I always forget it.
I think I might go crash soon. These medications are beating me down.
Happy Monday.



I've got a fever for you
and all the crazy shit you do...