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I've felt so freakishly dull the past few day. Also spacey. Dullspace.
I should actually be in the shower right now, as I'm meeting my friend Jack for our annual "hey you're in town let's do something" event, which sadly will likely only include breakfast because today I work 1-9, the dumbest and most random shift in the world.
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monkeybobert will be home!
I've been given the honor of saying something athomoshiroi and spouse's wedding tomorrow (yes they're already married but that was all in Taiwan and shit so this is like...America funtime with friends wedding). So far, however, all I've been able to figure out is things that I really shouldn't say, either because they're offensive, obscene, or both. This is the problem of having a friend with whom your general communication style is something like this:
maypirate: I hope you sing to your animal friends while you scrub.
maypirate: And you'd better wear a bandana. And a frilly goddamn apron. You bitch.
maypirate: GET ON YOUR KNEES SCRUBSCRUBSCRUB
homoshiroi: Ideally I'd be sucking a dick at the same time and making a sandwich
maypirate: Basically.
Yeah but you can't really say things like that when someone's proper parents will be listening. Maybe I'll relate the story of the house centipede in my dorm room and the screaming and the running and end it with "yay their love is beautiful."
And I've finally started listening to the 10 or whatever FSTs I downloaded on my awesome new computer that can do things like that. And it's been so long since I sat and listened to anything while a) not driving or b) that I haven't had a CD of forever. Dude, music is WEIRD. It has so many more sounds than just my fan.
I should actually be in the shower right now, as I'm meeting my friend Jack for our annual "hey you're in town let's do something" event, which sadly will likely only include breakfast because today I work 1-9, the dumbest and most random shift in the world.
But when I'm done,
monkeybobert will be home!I've been given the honor of saying something at
homoshiroi and spouse's wedding tomorrow (yes they're already married but that was all in Taiwan and shit so this is like...America funtime with friends wedding). So far, however, all I've been able to figure out is things that I really shouldn't say, either because they're offensive, obscene, or both. This is the problem of having a friend with whom your general communication style is something like this:maypirate: I hope you sing to your animal friends while you scrub. maypirate: And you'd better wear a bandana. And a frilly goddamn apron. You bitch.maypirate: GET ON YOUR KNEES SCRUBSCRUBSCRUBhomoshiroi: Ideally I'd be sucking a dick at the same time and making a sandwichmaypirate: Basically.Yeah but you can't really say things like that when someone's proper parents will be listening. Maybe I'll relate the story of the house centipede in my dorm room and the screaming and the running and end it with "yay their love is beautiful."
And I've finally started listening to the 10 or whatever FSTs I downloaded on my awesome new computer that can do things like that. And it's been so long since I sat and listened to anything while a) not driving or b) that I haven't had a CD of forever. Dude, music is WEIRD. It has so many more sounds than just my fan.
