I've been gone for a few days. Don't really wish to bother you all with a half-assed recount of my weekend. Let's just say that I got out of the house for the first time in...carry the 3...square root of 13...little under two months.
Loins of My Fruits and Crackwhore argued most of the first day. The dryer blew up. Loins of My Fruits and I hit the local thrift stores. I GOT NEW CLOTHES! So teenaged, that.
I've noticed that since I've lived with the Elders, it's becoming difficult to return to nocturnal tendencies. Around 10:30 I was ready to pass out. Managed to stay up until midnight thanks to our good friend Legalized Drug For Minors. Or caffiene.
Talked to her about Op-Grump. Nearly dehydrated myself from crying. Almost talked her into it.
Her Advice About Living With Overlord: Fly low and cover your head.
Woke up the next morning. Listened to more arguing. Went to Dothan. Attended the National Peanut Festival. Harrassed a guy over a Theda Bara poster. Gained three shades of skin tone. I look human now. Damn them for now having any shade. Was more bored than if I had actually stayed at home. Maybe I should have stayed hom, then I would have been about to do something productive. Like sleep.
That's it, for now. I loathe making short entries. Alas, I'm not feeling too spiffy keen at the moment. Why did I ever give up smoking?
Today's Preferred Torture Method: The horror movies that flash behind my eyelids.
The Other Voices in My Head: Dune-Frank Herbert
Sounds Bite: Needles and Pins-Deftones