So I talked to my mother on the phone last nite. She tried to convince me that I'm a grown man. I disagreed.
Obviously I won the argument.
In other news, I completed all my homeworks, and on time even. It's sort of a christmas miracle.
And I'm finally getting some use out of my old law school textbooks.
In other news, it's been a slow week (year?) for the blog; I'd complain, but you know, sounds like too much work to even do that.
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Life doesn't suck. Our lives suck.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
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I had a phone conversation with Babbles on Sunday that went something like this...
"WhaaHHHH! Our blog is so stupid and empty. I'd post more but-- WhaaHHH! Avenue's blog is so clever and good. It pains me to say that but it's true. WhaHHHH!"
Other things were mentioned but I was nursing a Vicodin so I don't recall much of it.
Here's the thing, Babbles (and assorted other fuckfaces,) I don't go to Avenue's super-clever, amateur screenwriter, blazers over t-shirts blog. That blog being good does nothing for me.
I come here. So get off your law-school crying, bloodshot tea-bagging, barbed-wire wristband tattooing asses and write something for me to read. ASAP.
Thanks.
the above comment is better than this post (although not as fantastic as the photo of Kiki)
Kiki looks fat in that picture. What have you been feeding her?
Also Slogan's comment was better then the blog.
was the 'blood-shot teabagging' me or Gal?
but that is exactly what phone calls with Babbles sound like. Exactly.
moronica,
that's you, and also, instead of divvying up which insult goes to which person, how about your write something that doesn't bore me?
For never going to my blog, Slogan, you know my content quite well.
Talk to me when you get a fucking blazer.
I don't know Gal well enough to justify using the term "tea-bagging" in reference to her.
Although, you could make the argument that I dunked Avenue pretty hard after having only met him twice.
Ave,
That's no fault of mine. You're all anyone can get Babbles to talk about.
Also, I wouldn't even know where to begin looking for a blazer.
Hey, Babbles. Here's how my phone calls with your mother go.
Her: Bone me.
Me: No.
(click)
P.S. Slogan, I think you're a 40 Regular. You'll be getting something in the mail.
babbles-i would have appreciated credit for the photograph.
Why doesn't Kiki get her own label?
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