that's right we came to party

Well we hit a new high Monday, we became party crashers.

Well not so much crashers as uninvited guests. As we watched Halloween on the porch at Brasil's and imbibed (I totally learned that word from a vocab book in 7th grade) a bottle of wine, I couldn't help but notice the excellent music and general commotion going on next door. As the movie finished and the bottle shrank it became apparent to me that we had to see what was going on. I mean c'mon this is Houston, not some interesting city where people are noisy on a Monday.

So since we aren't you know, assholes, we went to the corner store first. Alicia spotted a six pack of Shiner Kolsh and then we were there.
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After about 10 minutes of awkward standing we actually ended up talking to a few people, met the birthdayee and got to request/enjoy some good tunes (all vinyl, mm).

Long story short crashing parties is fun, safe and educational.

"anything's probable...

that's what my parents taught me"

i want to work here

so this is a bit work related which isn't my style but I think it can be universally appreciated



I have this nice little bug in my SVG rendering code that renders all curves like little flagella floating around in the depths of the elevator shafts. I can just imagine walking through the halls trying to avoid being taken in as nutrients for the office beast.

life just got a little funnier

anyway. so i've been thinking about that aweful moving, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. ive been thinking about the company in the movie that erases a loved one from your live.

i really want that.

i cry everyday. i think about you every minute. my heart races everytime i check my email (hoping you write me), when i look out the bakery (hoping you visit), when i look at my phone (hoping you txt or call me). its really hard and i cannot handle it.

i wish a company like that really existed. i need to erase you from my mind. i need to erase any memories of you. i need to distant myself from anything that will remind me of you. i need you out of my heart. i need you out of my life in order to live a happy and healthy life.

i hope you understand. im sorry.

but, unfortunately, a company like that does not exist. nothing even remotely to it exists. so my next best choice is to get in an accident. get into a coma. wake up and not remember anything. not remember you.







why did you have to hurt me so much?
why couldn't you love me?



i love you so much

i don't care about my pay cut.
this shit is priceless.

not even god understands

So I was watching a commercial for some reason and saw this



At the same moment that helpful footnote is on they are explaining how veramyst works. It is brilliant!

Apparently I am not the only person to notice this

fucking creeeeepy

sometimes people ask me if i regret leaving my job. i always say the say same thing: absofuckinglutely not. the only thing i regret is not telling the loser calling himself a pastry chef that he is a fucking weirdo pervert. i know we've focused on the pervert part, but today let's focus on the weirdo. today i stumbled across the weirdo's blog. wow. it's nothing but "fuck you, i fucking love you, oh why the fuck do i love you? fuck you" posts. oh, and also "why don't we fuck?" umm, crazy! but why read my interpretation when i can just copy...

we hug. we kiss. we hold hands. we hang out late. we do everything a couple would do but fuck.

im very sexually frustrated. you lead me on. i think we can, i think we should, i really want to. but when i try, you turn me down. you turn me on. you lead me on. you even asked me if i wanted to do it.

isn't that why he has flickr though?

i am suffering from depression, anxiety and codependence.

you are a sad, sad excuse for a man.

if i were him, you would be fucking me already.
if i were him, you would be happy already.
if i were him. you would be loving me already.
if i were him. you would be fucking me already.




but im not him.
i'm better than him.

so why the fuck dont you want me?

wow, that's fucking poetry right there!

i wish you still liked me like that.

i do so much for you.
i love you so much.
im the sweetest boy you will ever meet.
i wish you still liked me like that.

someday.
ill be gone and you will regret this.
you have me. you'll have me for a long time.
but one day, ill leave.

youll be left alone like puff the magic dragon.
its sad.








i love you.

seriously? the sweetest boy? maybe she wants to date someone not so much like a 13 year old girl. these posts really feel like they came from a little diary covered in purple unicorns with a gold lock on the cover.
and pink pages.

i dont want to see you anymore.
i dont want to talk to you anymore.
i wish i could stop thinking about you.
i wish i could stop loving you.
i wish i could hate you.

oh jesus, just go put on some fucking eyeliner already and start a fucking emo acoustic band and write the worst song anyone's ever heard. you are exhausting.

i hope she gets a restraining order!