Q:I'm so jealous of your day drinking. Come rescue me?
I will rescue you. I will rescue you from your afternoon that prevents you from day drinking. I will rescue from a band of roving, promiscuous, ill-intentioned llamas. I will rescue you from whatever weird butt stuff Dan is trying to talk you into doing.
Come here baby. Let me love you.
Q:Do you think there's any correlation between my recent onset of daily vertigo and your tumblr absence? Science!
Correlation doesn’t prove causation Jill! However… I mean… you know… I’M SO SORRY I’LL DO BETTER
Q:I AM A HORRIBLE HUMAN! DID YOU SEE THE BLASPHEMOUS THINGS I SAID??!?
I SAW THEM. I AM APPALLED. YOU MONSTER. CAN I TOUCH YOUR BUTT?
Hey. I’m day drinking.
Just thought you should know.
Know what? Know WHAT?
Ask me stuff?
I haven’t interacted in a while.
I’ve missed you fuckers.
File under: that awkward moment…
I met Zane for lunch at a new Vietnamese place earlier. After I left it occurred to me that I was wearing my Henry Rollins t-shirt.
The one with “Search and Destroy” in huge letters across the back.
Uless is the name, and cultural sensitivity is the game.
Ok, Mexican food aficionados, help me out…
If you smother a burrito in a sauce (e.g. queso), does it then become an enchilada?
Is the defining element of the enchilada the corn tortilla?
If you make a pan of “enchiladas” with the normal meat and cheese filling, and enchilada sauce but use flour tortillas, did you make enchiladas or wet burritos?
Help me out. This is an argument I’ve been having for about an hour. I’m not going to tell you where I stand, but I’ll give you a hint: it’s on the side of NOT WRONG.
I just watched Mystery Science Theater 3000 for the first time.
And it’s amazing.
Also I’m typing this outside in my underwear and a tank top.
It’s been a day.