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This past weekend I hitched a ride home from Terre Haute with Tommy, my painfully fabulous friend and playwriting T.A. On the way there we discussed, among other things, the goings on of the theater department at Indiana State (gossip is a rarely indulged guilty pleasure of mine, so that was a lot of fun) and a family of mutants whose offspring I went to school with.
Upon my return home, I was discovered by my little sister, who was so overcome with emotion that she cried and said she needed to lay down. This made me feel bad, but eventually she recuperated from the shock of seeing me and I played with her for the remainder of the day.
I talked on the phone (something I've grown less and less fond of over the years, however in this instace I enjoyed myself) with Karly, and we discussed Chetmas, pathetic stalkers, bad poetry and ideas for art projects.
I spent the remainder of the evening showing off my Resident Evil 4 skills to my older brother. I also began pondering the idea of becoming a vegetarian again. I plan to lose twenty or so pounds of fat and gain it back as muscle, so maybe I can stick it to the man this summer and abstain from consuming the flesh of helpless animals, if only for the twenty odd pounds.
On Saturday, Karly picked me up and we went to Three Floyds to visit with Casey and Shawn and Ed and Pete and Brenda and Scroter (actually, its Schroeder, but I have made it a point to call him Scroter, because scrotums own). I had never met Brenda before, and there were others, but I didn't get to talk to them at all. The whole day was a much welcomed reprieve from the acrimony of my day-to-day. I discovered the horrendous "Scotch Egg" which will henceforth be known to me as the "Crotch Egg," because it is all that is nasty and vile, materialized in the form of an appetizer. A hard boiled egg packed in sausage which has been marinated in beer, breaded, deep fried, and served with a side of spicey mayonaise, which serves as a dip. Casey ate three of them. He smelt of evil.
After that, I went home and watched "Jesus Camp" with my family. We were all disturbed. I did my taxes and was unable to join the gang for karaoke, however, I think I'll save my barely lucid karaoke antics for another day.
I went home Saturday night and was sick all day on Easter. Probably because of a toxic combination of Easter Candy and Crotch Egg fumes.
A swell weekend.
Upon my return home, I was discovered by my little sister, who was so overcome with emotion that she cried and said she needed to lay down. This made me feel bad, but eventually she recuperated from the shock of seeing me and I played with her for the remainder of the day.
I talked on the phone (something I've grown less and less fond of over the years, however in this instace I enjoyed myself) with Karly, and we discussed Chetmas, pathetic stalkers, bad poetry and ideas for art projects.
I spent the remainder of the evening showing off my Resident Evil 4 skills to my older brother. I also began pondering the idea of becoming a vegetarian again. I plan to lose twenty or so pounds of fat and gain it back as muscle, so maybe I can stick it to the man this summer and abstain from consuming the flesh of helpless animals, if only for the twenty odd pounds.
On Saturday, Karly picked me up and we went to Three Floyds to visit with Casey and Shawn and Ed and Pete and Brenda and Scroter (actually, its Schroeder, but I have made it a point to call him Scroter, because scrotums own). I had never met Brenda before, and there were others, but I didn't get to talk to them at all. The whole day was a much welcomed reprieve from the acrimony of my day-to-day. I discovered the horrendous "Scotch Egg" which will henceforth be known to me as the "Crotch Egg," because it is all that is nasty and vile, materialized in the form of an appetizer. A hard boiled egg packed in sausage which has been marinated in beer, breaded, deep fried, and served with a side of spicey mayonaise, which serves as a dip. Casey ate three of them. He smelt of evil.
After that, I went home and watched "Jesus Camp" with my family. We were all disturbed. I did my taxes and was unable to join the gang for karaoke, however, I think I'll save my barely lucid karaoke antics for another day.
I went home Saturday night and was sick all day on Easter. Probably because of a toxic combination of Easter Candy and Crotch Egg fumes.
A swell weekend.