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Seriously, though, I just have nothing worthwhile to post at the moment. Lauren and I are doing great, and we're leading happily droll lives at the moment. Soon as anything changes, I'll let you know =-]
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Wow, now that I'm between jobs I have been dubbed
"Lauren's Proxy" and have been delegated to all sorts of planning
misadventures. Wish me luck!
Oh, and in the random pile, I would just like to announce that the show
"House" is rather enjoyable. Not quite as enjoyable as say
"Scrubs", but still rather fun in its own right. "House"
follows the life of a cynical, sarcastic diagnostician whose dry, biting sense
of humor is slowly estranging him from his co-workers and friends.
Also in the random pile, I apparently become an asshole when I get drunk. Now,
granted, I do not remember the 3-4 hours that I was an asshole, but from the
stories that I have been hearing, I do not ever plan on getting anything more
than "buzzed" in the future. According to local lore I tend to
narrate EVERYTHING going on around me in a loud, angry voice. Just imagine me
saying things like "As he drinks his soda!" very angrily, biting off
the ends of my words and being very curt/rude. I hear tales of squeezing people
(sometimes inappropriately) and saying "HONK!” Legends even go so far as
to regale me with stories of hitting on my male friends, flashing them, and
making lewd insinuations about two of my guy friends and the degree to which
they are friendly with one another. And Heaven help you if I find fault with
you or any of your actions, because I will berate you soundly and without provocation.
Saying that I had “mood swings” would be a bit of an understatement. So in
short, I was such a jerk I have sworn off getting drunk. Drinking is still
fine, but I do not ever wish to be plastered again.
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