Musings

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Oh hell, do I love drinking.  Anyone up for round...the next one?

[Locked to D. Wallace]

Damn man, you're fun.  If you ever need another drinking buddy, hit me up.  [number]

[after this, late Wednesday night]

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If there's a certain Spider crawling around, drop me a line. To hell with discretion You're lucky I didn't go to Fawkes first

For the rest of you, I'm feeling the need for a drink or two or ten sometime in the very near future. As extra incentive for someone to tag along and keep me company, I'm buying.

[locked to z. zaldana]

How is the zombie your father [...] he?

[After updating his blog, he moves to the forums from his private office.]

I'm pleased sorry to say that I had to let my secretary go. Because she was a damn moron Anyone looking for a job? Desk experience is a must, you'll be handling medical records so filing is necessary, and knowledge in Excel and Word is a plus. I'll be setting up interviews ASAP. NO MORGENSTERNS

Who wants to go do something? I'm so bored, I could cry. And you don't want to see me cry. It's not pretty. I get all snotty and stuff.

I know everyone's kind of on edge or something. Beats me, I don't pay attention Someone out there just wants to have some fun right?

Uh hey.

I have uh. Weird. Thing. I've been avoiding this like the frickin plague.

You know when everyone got all those uh.. memory things?

It really needs to warm up. I want to go sunbathing, and going to a tanning salon isn't cutting it anymore. Snow though? It's March. Great.

I need suggestions on places to eat. I haven't been in town that long, I don't know the good places to go.

ATTENTION SCAMPERING MAGGOT-INFESTED MASSES.

First off. Metaphorical hat off to whatever brilliant walking cum-stain invented the mini-computer. MORE INFORMATION THAN YOUR TINY PEA-BRAIN CAN HANDLE, in the PALM OF YOUR FUCKING HAND. Genius. My brain may be currently melting out my ears from sensory overload, but it's possibly the most educational and enlightening death in the history of the universe and time itself. Like being killed with an atom bomb filled with pop culture and news feeds instead of uranium. Arming the masses with easy-to access information in chunks that are small enough for even the most cranially challenged drone to digest from anywhere in the entire fucking world? Brilliance. Sheer and utter brilliance. I think I may need to hole myself up in this flea-ridden excuse for an apartment for the next week while I get re-acquainted with this Brave New World of ours. If anyone could tell me where the nearest Indian place is that both delivers and has samosa that comes with chutney that almost burns your tongue off, it would probably speed the process.

It's been one of those days, you know? I could go to bed right now and be happy. Am I supposed to like introduce myself in one of these things? You can call me Ansley if you want. So what's there to do for fun around here? You know, before I pass out on the couch like a complete loser.