"I'd screw the tall one."

-Connie-Mac

Yeah, that's what he said, I couldn't believe it either, but there it is. I spent the night hanging out with Jackson, Peter, and Connie-Mac. And guess what, Connie-Mac was the best part of the whole evening. Anyone surprised? Good, because I really wasn't.

I believe it was Jackson who came up with the ridiculous plan of the evening. Peter commented that he had never been to the porn shop, so we went. 4 guys. Four guys who are notably homosexual.

I felt like the leader, it seemed as if I was the only one of the group that had any business in the place. It took me until I entered the door of the establishment to realize that visiting a porn shop with an all male group was goingto be an awkward experience. Note: Never Again

I think I made a mistake moments ago. I thought that it may be fun to read Kevin's diary. Unfortunately, I forgot about Kevin's cutting viewpoint, and his disregard for pissing people off with stuff he writes. Notably I read one of the last koonass entries, in which he expounds on the anecdotal nature of conversation among friends of mine and I guess, me as well. It occurs to me that I could be angry after reading such a thing, perhaps it may seem that I should be furious. But in the same stroke, the observations he makes are, point in fact, true. Dialogue with many people I know is incredibly dialogue based.

Elaborating on this, I see this as a reason for failure in many inter-personal relationships I've had. The relationships didn't fail based on lack of conversation, the failed on mindless conversation. Hearing all of a persons stories only takes so long, after that, they become boring. And if you're not fucking that person daily, then there is no reason to continue the relationship at all.

On with the show...

I'm coming to hate college. I thought it would be different and new. Instead, it's High School part 2. And it's not even a good sequel like the Godfather or Empire, it's a crappy sequel, like "I still know what you did last summer."

UNI seems to seek to strangle the life from everything that I want to do. They've killed theatre, they've killed swimming (the one sport I halfway enjoy). I'm not even going to continue, it's way too depressing.

And here's more of Ryan with the weekend update...

I'm on my way to see the family tommorow. My mom's family that is. It should be noted that they are all racist as shit (there are a few exceptions). But I don't expect anything more from small town catholics. I don't even want to begin trying to tell any of them my world views. I'm pretty sure that most of them are lined up directly behind the whitehouse's monkey with a gun(Dubya that is). I believe that hencforth when I refer to the countries latest Bush, I will use the term Monkeypres, or maybe just Dumbass. The two seem interchangeable.

In other news, Happy Fucking Thanksgiving all.

Screw me, Stab me, it's not like I fucking care anymore.

I'm really enjoying the way the new site looks, but I'm still itching for change. I think the Pot on one side and the Eagle on the other really speaks to my character duality.

Peace `o War, it's really your choice.