Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

I’m tired, I’ve got a headache, and I’ve got a lot of shit to deal with.

And the one thing that’ll make it allllll better is 250 miles away.

[Aqua> It’s that ham show on tv! YAY!
[Geno> ham?
[Aqua> hamtaro!
[Geno> ugh kill it, hamtaro gives good shows a bad name
[Aqua> But it’s too cute. I feel enslaved.
[Geno> FIGHT IT OR I WILL EAT YOUR CHILDREN
[Schroe> You already ate one billion of his children last night.
[Schroe> …
* Schroe runs away.
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It has often been my theory that if you don’t go outside, nothing will go wrong.
Then I moved to Chicago.

Whatever the reason, clog in the system, too much water in the pipes, or maybe my toilet was magically clogged without anyone using it – The toilet overflowed.

I’m not talking about “Filling to high and evening out.”

I’m talking “Filling to high, overflowing, and soaking the carpet in a five foot radius of the door, and even more in the foam padding under the carpet.” Read the rest of this entry »

So some guys from the arcade walked me home, ‘cos I kinda passed out on the machine.

J Jorenko: :O

I’m not going back for a while -_-

J Jorenko: You know what that means. You’re starting to run out of fat to burn, or something completely unrelated to that, even!

Troy, one of the regs at the arcade, got me hooked on a new song, so I kept playing it over and over and over.
He was mad at me because I aced the hard part :P
After a while, I took a break, and he asked me if I needed a drink. I’m not one to take freebies, so I said I was fine :|

J Jorenko: And you dehydrated and pooped

Yeah. I didn’t really pass out, I just fell over. People watchin’ caught me so I didn’t hit the floor. I sat in the corner for a half hour, then went home.