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Keith already told you about it in some detail, but I managed to hack a pretty big chunk of my right pinky off while trying to clean a glass with some dried milk residue at the bottom of it. Its got superglue and the biggest bandaid we owned on it right now, and I'm afraid to look at the thing again. The edge of the glass cut me very cleanly, but it scooped a good square inch of flesh off in the process -- I folded the flap down and squeezed while cursing very proficiently.
I can basically draw two possible morals from what happened, and one of them is clearly more in keeping with my character and usual standards of behavior:
1. always promptly rinse out glasses so that I don't have to cram my whole hand inside them in an attempt to clean the dried on gunk sticking to the very bottom or,
2. never clean another goddamned thing again, because it will only bring me pain and painful disability.
Ashley's saturday night housewarming party was a pretty good time, but my date didn't go quite as well -- I got my second 'lets be friends' speech in three weeks. Luckily for me, I don't hardly give a damn. At this point each rejection is a sign that I'm doing something right, after all I can't be turned down if I'm not trying in the first place. Compared to the last 'lets be friends' this one is either more or less disappointing on account that I didn't get frenzied makeouts first.
The important things in my life are becoming less and less important by absolute measure as I get older. If I was to provide a summary of 'interesting' things to happen to me in the last six months it would boil down to a frat-boy friendly list of conquests, drunken escapades, and debilitating illness. Not that I was actually producing anything of real, lasting value last year either (or any of the years before that) but at least it seemed like I was planning to.
Oh well. If I'm going to have a goal for the next year of my life, finding true love via the process of elimination isn't a really terrible one, and it almost certainly beats my goal from 2002 of becoming the greatest single masturbation virtuoso of all time.
Now I just need to make three times as much money as I currently do so that I can keep my creditors from suing me like they are currently threatening.
-Andrew 'tha professional' Dalan
I can basically draw two possible morals from what happened, and one of them is clearly more in keeping with my character and usual standards of behavior:
1. always promptly rinse out glasses so that I don't have to cram my whole hand inside them in an attempt to clean the dried on gunk sticking to the very bottom or,
2. never clean another goddamned thing again, because it will only bring me pain and painful disability.
Ashley's saturday night housewarming party was a pretty good time, but my date didn't go quite as well -- I got my second 'lets be friends' speech in three weeks. Luckily for me, I don't hardly give a damn. At this point each rejection is a sign that I'm doing something right, after all I can't be turned down if I'm not trying in the first place. Compared to the last 'lets be friends' this one is either more or less disappointing on account that I didn't get frenzied makeouts first.
The important things in my life are becoming less and less important by absolute measure as I get older. If I was to provide a summary of 'interesting' things to happen to me in the last six months it would boil down to a frat-boy friendly list of conquests, drunken escapades, and debilitating illness. Not that I was actually producing anything of real, lasting value last year either (or any of the years before that) but at least it seemed like I was planning to.
Oh well. If I'm going to have a goal for the next year of my life, finding true love via the process of elimination isn't a really terrible one, and it almost certainly beats my goal from 2002 of becoming the greatest single masturbation virtuoso of all time.
Now I just need to make three times as much money as I currently do so that I can keep my creditors from suing me like they are currently threatening.
-Andrew 'tha professional' Dalan