"Excuse me, is that jizz, or ink on your face?"
Y'know, my status on Facebook was actually inspired by today's Writer's Block question. I have actually been pinched for not wearing green on this day. This was because I had no prior knowledge of this whole wearing green thing. I was in like, middle school when it happened; middle school wasn't exactly one of the best times of my life. I didn't own a lot of green shit because I didn't think I looked good in green back then, and frankly I thought the fucking color green was quite fugly-lookin' back in the day...it's a different story now. Looking back, it shouldn't have bothered me as much as it did, maybe I was in a bad mood to begin with that day, who knows. All I know is when I got home I ransacked my closet looking for something green that I knew would fit me so I could wear it next year.
One year in high school I decided to avoid the bullshit by giving in and wearing a green shirt...that looking back now did look a bit brown, but I assure you it was green. I had someone argue with me half the entire day about what color it was. I got to a point where I just turned around and said, "Look, fucker. It's green because I say it's green, that's why I fucking wore it today. If you still don't think it's green, then fucking pinch me and get it over with, and it better be a damn satisfying pinch at that, because at this point I'm fittin' to judo chop you in the fucking throat."
And it was then that my aloofness for the green-wearing tradition was conceived. Many a St. Patty's day have come and gone, and with each passing year, I've no longer given a shit what I'm wearing, because a) If it's clean, it's okay with me, and b) it doesn't matter when you're just gonna drink until colors turn into unicorns and shit, anyway. However, this year, I think I am gonna put aside my disregard for this tradition, and wear something green, I'm sure I have some kind of green shirt somewhere, and if not, then that's just how the cookie crumbles.
I couldn't sleep this morning...so I watched porn. For like, an hour and 45 minutes. It killed enough time so I finally felt sleepy enough to pass the fuck out. I can't remember my dream completely, but there was definitely porn-y goodness, I was a fucking porn star. And as awesome as it was, it wasn't at the highest level of awesomeness that could've been achieved, because while 70% was awesome, a hefty 30% was fucking weirdness.
Why, you ask?
I'm finally reading Watchmen. (Not a bad read so far, btw.) So far, the character that I am quite fond of is Rorschach. I don't know why, something about him is just pretty bitchin' to me.
Now, couple Watchmen with almost 2 hours of porn, and yes, I was Rorschach in my dream. Rorschach the fucking porn star. Awesome? In a way. Weird as fuck? You bet your sweet ass.
*sigh* Now to try and get out of the house before cabin fever sets in or something. We're not going out until like, 10, but that doesn't mean that I want to be stuck inside until then. Maybe I'll take a walk or something, anything sounds good right now.
One year in high school I decided to avoid the bullshit by giving in and wearing a green shirt...that looking back now did look a bit brown, but I assure you it was green. I had someone argue with me half the entire day about what color it was. I got to a point where I just turned around and said, "Look, fucker. It's green because I say it's green, that's why I fucking wore it today. If you still don't think it's green, then fucking pinch me and get it over with, and it better be a damn satisfying pinch at that, because at this point I'm fittin' to judo chop you in the fucking throat."
And it was then that my aloofness for the green-wearing tradition was conceived. Many a St. Patty's day have come and gone, and with each passing year, I've no longer given a shit what I'm wearing, because a) If it's clean, it's okay with me, and b) it doesn't matter when you're just gonna drink until colors turn into unicorns and shit, anyway. However, this year, I think I am gonna put aside my disregard for this tradition, and wear something green, I'm sure I have some kind of green shirt somewhere, and if not, then that's just how the cookie crumbles.
I couldn't sleep this morning...so I watched porn. For like, an hour and 45 minutes. It killed enough time so I finally felt sleepy enough to pass the fuck out. I can't remember my dream completely, but there was definitely porn-y goodness, I was a fucking porn star. And as awesome as it was, it wasn't at the highest level of awesomeness that could've been achieved, because while 70% was awesome, a hefty 30% was fucking weirdness.
Why, you ask?
I'm finally reading Watchmen. (Not a bad read so far, btw.) So far, the character that I am quite fond of is Rorschach. I don't know why, something about him is just pretty bitchin' to me.
Now, couple Watchmen with almost 2 hours of porn, and yes, I was Rorschach in my dream. Rorschach the fucking porn star. Awesome? In a way. Weird as fuck? You bet your sweet ass.
*sigh* Now to try and get out of the house before cabin fever sets in or something. We're not going out until like, 10, but that doesn't mean that I want to be stuck inside until then. Maybe I'll take a walk or something, anything sounds good right now.