In times of yore, when the fire dragon swept the land with his.....blah blah blah NERD!
It is 2AM....it is the 30th of December....it is officially my mutha fuckin' berfday! Radical brah...totally. I guess Grace and I will go to dinner and perhaps get blotto somewhere...which would suit me just fine.
Last night I got sweet presents from all the pals, such as Revenge o the Nerds, a book on Citizen Kane, a Falco record (finally), and a video game. It was a good haul. Way better than x-mas, where the best gift I got was from my Aunt who gave me a dumb black leather belt - size 40. I guess she thinks I am pretty fat, when in actuality I rock a 32. My brother got the same thing but a 42. Apparently since he is older he must be fatter? That is the logic you get from some yokel in the middle of Montana. Anywho, today was great. Grace and I went all over the city. I ended up buying video games I don't need, a book I will never read about drug smuggling, and rasinettes instead of goobers. I also saw the Lord O the Rings which is pretty awesome, but it begs the question: Why am I not more magical? I don't know anything about JRR Tolkien or DnD. I don't have a ponytail, smell like a sock, attend Renaissance festivals, work in a costume shop, have cat eye contact lenses (weekend only), a girlfriend (fictional) in a corset, a black light poster, a walking stick, or any shirt that needs to be laced up in the front. I guess I missed the boat on the whole fantasy kick. And I really wanted to be the guy at the Renaissance festival that yells at someone else for not speaking correct Elfish while sipping grog. Fuck, maybe next time.
Last night I got sweet presents from all the pals, such as Revenge o the Nerds, a book on Citizen Kane, a Falco record (finally), and a video game. It was a good haul. Way better than x-mas, where the best gift I got was from my Aunt who gave me a dumb black leather belt - size 40. I guess she thinks I am pretty fat, when in actuality I rock a 32. My brother got the same thing but a 42. Apparently since he is older he must be fatter? That is the logic you get from some yokel in the middle of Montana. Anywho, today was great. Grace and I went all over the city. I ended up buying video games I don't need, a book I will never read about drug smuggling, and rasinettes instead of goobers. I also saw the Lord O the Rings which is pretty awesome, but it begs the question: Why am I not more magical? I don't know anything about JRR Tolkien or DnD. I don't have a ponytail, smell like a sock, attend Renaissance festivals, work in a costume shop, have cat eye contact lenses (weekend only), a girlfriend (fictional) in a corset, a black light poster, a walking stick, or any shirt that needs to be laced up in the front. I guess I missed the boat on the whole fantasy kick. And I really wanted to be the guy at the Renaissance festival that yells at someone else for not speaking correct Elfish while sipping grog. Fuck, maybe next time.