Feelin' like Kid Icarus...
Hoo-fuckin-ray for Wallace and Grommit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit. Funniest, smartest movie I've seen in ages. And such a contribution to our 'group lexicon'; now whenever one of us goes "Ahwoooooo!" instant giggles shall follow.
On the other hand...
Boo-fuckin-blah for not one, but two date-saster experiences over the course of a week and a half. When the title of this entry refers to feelin' like Kid Icarus, I assure you it is not because I'm aspiring to reach the very heavens with my wings. No no. It's because I, like Kid Icarus, really fucking want to take a bow and arrow to slimy, wicked creatures infesting my fair land. Soooooo many arrows.
Douchebag 1 was nearly-immediately disqualified because he's HIV+ and failed to disclose that to me even after engaging in hot hot nookie two dates in. After discovering that he was positive through completely accidental means, and asking him about it, he felt that it was none of my business, and that he's fully within his rights to tell who he wants when he wants. Well normally I'd be in total agreement; it's a personal matter and nobody's business but their own. Cept when hot hot nookie comes into play, it becomes my business, as it's my health involved as well. So yeah, still fairly burnt up over that one. Needless to say, I did not bid him a fond adieu, heh...
Douchebag 2 really can't be classified as a Douchebag since he didn't technically do anything "wrong". I don't know what the proper term would be, but for some reason the character class Chaotic-Evil comes to mind. Short-sighted, close-minded, intolerant and superficial he was. In short, a hefty bundle of precisely what I usually can't stand about my own people. I tried to put on my best restraints and enjoy the evening as much as possible, but it was a lost cause and I knew as much. The well-made appletini's were the highlight of the night really. How sad is it that an inanimate object provides more enjoyment than the sum total of a life lived, of an entire being? C'est la vie I suppose.
I look forward to tonight, wherein I don't need to concern myself with gay males, but instead can revel in the familiar goodness of 'the girls' and other such geeky friends at Andy's Halloween party. With the aid of my lovely assistant Mikey, I shall be attending as Augustus "Greggy" Caesar, or possibly one of the more debauched Caesars, I haven't decided yet. We shall welease Bwian, oh yes...
On the other hand...
Boo-fuckin-blah for not one, but two date-saster experiences over the course of a week and a half. When the title of this entry refers to feelin' like Kid Icarus, I assure you it is not because I'm aspiring to reach the very heavens with my wings. No no. It's because I, like Kid Icarus, really fucking want to take a bow and arrow to slimy, wicked creatures infesting my fair land. Soooooo many arrows.
Douchebag 1 was nearly-immediately disqualified because he's HIV+ and failed to disclose that to me even after engaging in hot hot nookie two dates in. After discovering that he was positive through completely accidental means, and asking him about it, he felt that it was none of my business, and that he's fully within his rights to tell who he wants when he wants. Well normally I'd be in total agreement; it's a personal matter and nobody's business but their own. Cept when hot hot nookie comes into play, it becomes my business, as it's my health involved as well. So yeah, still fairly burnt up over that one. Needless to say, I did not bid him a fond adieu, heh...
Douchebag 2 really can't be classified as a Douchebag since he didn't technically do anything "wrong". I don't know what the proper term would be, but for some reason the character class Chaotic-Evil comes to mind. Short-sighted, close-minded, intolerant and superficial he was. In short, a hefty bundle of precisely what I usually can't stand about my own people. I tried to put on my best restraints and enjoy the evening as much as possible, but it was a lost cause and I knew as much. The well-made appletini's were the highlight of the night really. How sad is it that an inanimate object provides more enjoyment than the sum total of a life lived, of an entire being? C'est la vie I suppose.
I look forward to tonight, wherein I don't need to concern myself with gay males, but instead can revel in the familiar goodness of 'the girls' and other such geeky friends at Andy's Halloween party. With the aid of my lovely assistant Mikey, I shall be attending as Augustus "Greggy" Caesar, or possibly one of the more debauched Caesars, I haven't decided yet. We shall welease Bwian, oh yes...