What the shit...?
Why are you MARRIED?! Not YOU you, but... ugh. I'm 23, which I thought put me safely out of the married/life-partnered folks zone, but I keep running into people who seem pretty young (and I think they are), but they're married. Are people trying to pop out a kid or two before the Apocalypse? Before their womb shrivels up and becomes a hot bed for Down's? Am I behind or something? I always had the impression that getting married before you were 27/28 was bizarre, but apparently I was wrong, wrong, wrong. Wrong.
Not that you have to get married to have a kid... I'm just bitter that the ranks of my office crush list is sadly dwindling as I discover that everyone there under 35 is married/basically married or a stupid twat. Not sure which is worse. At least the latter can be liquored up and taken advantage of.
Just kidding. I wouldn't do that... . . ..
I had a fun day filled with Easter candy, yelling about smoking weed and bathroom BJs (this story was not my own) in the Saatchi cafeteria, drinking some beer, teasing a small dog, watching I Love You, Man (and popping, like, infinity boners every time Paul Rudd's face showed up on the screen), and drinking some more. (No, I did no work today, or at all this week, really.) I'm just sleepy and cranky and my cats keep yelling at me, demanding love and affection, but I don't have any to give! I'm too tired! I'm too tired to even watch all the fine television programming I missed while I was bumming around at other people's houses.
Whoa. An infinity boner would be crazy. Would that cut across dimensions or something? Could it eventually collapse into a black hole?
Ha ha. Black hole.
Cut Copy concert tomorrow night. I forget where it is, but I hope their drinks aren't a huge rip-off like at... everywhere else. Who am I kidding, it's a guaranteed rip-off. Goddamn. Unnnnnnghhrhrr.
The cat is telling me that it's bedtime. Cat knows best. He's so soft.
Not that you have to get married to have a kid... I'm just bitter that the ranks of my office crush list is sadly dwindling as I discover that everyone there under 35 is married/basically married or a stupid twat. Not sure which is worse. At least the latter can be liquored up and taken advantage of.
Just kidding. I wouldn't do that... . . ..
I had a fun day filled with Easter candy, yelling about smoking weed and bathroom BJs (this story was not my own) in the Saatchi cafeteria, drinking some beer, teasing a small dog, watching I Love You, Man (and popping, like, infinity boners every time Paul Rudd's face showed up on the screen), and drinking some more. (No, I did no work today, or at all this week, really.) I'm just sleepy and cranky and my cats keep yelling at me, demanding love and affection, but I don't have any to give! I'm too tired! I'm too tired to even watch all the fine television programming I missed while I was bumming around at other people's houses.
Whoa. An infinity boner would be crazy. Would that cut across dimensions or something? Could it eventually collapse into a black hole?
Ha ha. Black hole.
Cut Copy concert tomorrow night. I forget where it is, but I hope their drinks aren't a huge rip-off like at... everywhere else. Who am I kidding, it's a guaranteed rip-off. Goddamn. Unnnnnnghhrhrr.
The cat is telling me that it's bedtime. Cat knows best. He's so soft.