PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

This is gonna be a pretty crappy St Patrick's Day, huh?


...Shit, thismeans my birthday's coming up, too.Wasn't really expecting to get to turn 23.

OK GUYS HERE'S THE DEAL

Like Cordy said, you don't know what you're doing you oughta stay off the streets.  Shit, I will admit that I am doing less running around than usual just 'cause there ain't a whole lot of bonkin' to be done and I don't like luggin' around the heavy machinery just to go grab a coffee, y'know? 

But I get that you guys ain't used to this.  The whole not-supposed-to-be-goin'-outside thing.  See, I grew up under air raids and blackouts and shit, and you can't go out durin' those, so I'm used to it.

Bit of advice from somebody who been there, then, right?  First off, you oughta have like a month's worth of food and water in your house anyway, but I bet you guys are fuckin' lazy 'cause you don't got a war goin' on so I bet you don't actually do it.  So get some pals together or some shit and go out to the store and stock up and then get home and don't be goin' to frickin' Target six frickin' times a day 'cause you ran outta frickin' Cup Noodle, ok?  Get your ass loaded up with all that happy crap that don't go bad and then get home and get cozy.

And shit, have your friends do the same thing, have them stay over, and have a fuckin' Blackout Party.  You guys got the advantage 'cause you don't gotta worry about your electric gettin' shut off in the middle, even.  You can play - I don't know, whatever video games you got right now, Playstations and shit - or watch movies or something.  Or fuck, play Monopoly.  Actually don't play Monopoly.  Monopoly is fuckin' boring 'less you're playin' it wrong.  But you get the idea.

I know we got at least two, three other guys who grew up in war zones - bitchtits, I'm lookin' at you, London musta been under lockdown more often'n Boston, right? - so maybe we can get some useful ideas goin' in here for the schmucks.

edit: oh fuck you all i'm goin to bed

Petit. Leave your door unlocked.

My head hurts so much... and I woke up with a sock in my mouth, though I can't be sure to whom it belongs to because I tucked it in my pocket when I had to go vomit. At least nothing is written on my forehead (I saw that on television, that this happens sometimes when you pass out drunk around your friends).

Trev/Ratbarf/ZJ - I will be over after I'm finished with the vomiting. With my hair (did I really type that last night? Oh god, I don't remember typing half these things).

Michael - if you remember last night, I am SO SORRY for teasing you about being kinda gay about things. I think the world of you, I would never want to say anything mean to you sober. My mouth just kind of did not connect with my brain due to large amounts of alcohol.

Allison - I think the sock is yours. Unless Michael wears girl socks, or unless there are sock monsters along with all the rest of the monsters in this crazy town Hi. I hope you're having a good day and all that. Sorry I passed out. I think we were having some kind of meaningful moment right before my head hit the keyboard. I promise our date will be better!

LOVE YOU GUYS. Now I know why in English this is called the 'hang over'. Gonna go stick my head over the bowl AGAIN

I LOVE THE WEEKNEND.

AND LASO RUM. YAYYYY.

ATNON! ♥

How do you remove the people trapped in the tell-me-visions? There are people who dance around in most suggestive ways and they wear tight clothing that shimmers and I can't look at them. It is very improper and very wrong. Captain Jack Sparrow and I really wish to know. We are concerned for the people in the tell-me-visions and are afraid that they will be trapped in there for eternity. Except the ones that are having fun, like the shimmery clothes people who dance like chickens with their heads cut off.

Is it just me or does this place get stranger by the minute day?

Why hello there beautiful shiny new Los Angeles how are you today

Jesus Hell, I look like I got hit by a truck. The Pyro's got a goddamn right hook on her.

Hey, where's a girl go to get some mj? I didn't see it at the grocery, yeah?

... am I dead?

Last thing I remember's the bloody Demo yellin' my name, yeah? Then I wake up here - where the bloody hell is this place? Sure as hell doesn't look like the barracks - nor's it hospital -

Mebbe it's hell, 'n I just don't get any fire? Bloody f'n hell -