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Is the world ready for this?
Is the world ready for Caley as First Lady?
... The idea of sex over the desk in the Oval Office is... oddly Hot.
Eh. We all have our kinks.
Besides, when I'm President, first thing I'll do is sort out THIS fucking piece of crap. Conscience my ass. People getting into medicine KNOW what will be expected of them before they even start. It's not as though this has suddenly been imposed on them. If their conscience is such a big fucking issue, they shouldn't go into medicine in the first damn place.
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[22 Aug 2008|07:35pm] |
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*comes out of the bathroom, still wet*
*towels himself off as he walks back to the bedroom*
*sniffs the air, grins when he realizes the pizza's arrived*
*goes into the bedroom and throws the towel on the bed, then gets a clean pair of jeans*
*starts to put them on and catches sight of himself in the mirror*
*blinks*
*straightens and turns sideways on*
*holds his stomach in*
Do I need to go back to the gym?
*runs a hand down the opposite arm, squeezing the biceps*
...
I need to go back to the gym.
*finishes putting his jeans on, noting that they still go on with no problem... for now*
Next week. I'll start up next week. I'm not giving up on pizza tonight. I've worked hard and I deserve it, damnit. Pizza, beer, TV and Caley. And taking Tala for a run later.
But next week, definitely. Gym. Yeah.
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[19 Aug 2008|02:25pm] |
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Well, holy shit...
Cue mother ranting about the breakdown in NC society (and finding a reason why I'm partly responsible) in 5... 4... 3...
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[04 Aug 2008|11:59am] |
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Beer-greating! |
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THIS!
Much of it.
Yes!
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[05 Jul 2008|09:27am] |
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Alcohol.
Tonight.
Much Alcohol.
It's necessary - it's the LAW.
I've reached halfway to my threescore and ten.
... hang on. Does that make me middle-aged?
o.O
I think I should start drinking now.
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[30 Jun 2008|02:30pm] |
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Bored? Me? Perish the thought.
CALEY! *points up* FYI. Just in case, y'know... you didn't. Know, that is.
*waggles eyebrows*
:D
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[24 Jun 2008|10:47am] |
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Mom called yesterday. She figured I might like to know that Seth had arrived back home safely.
What the fuck?
I told her it made no damn difference to me, especially if the asshole couldn't even express any form of gratitude - genuine or feigned - for me booking his damn hotel for him.
Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.
Huh.
Not like I'm losing sleep over it. I've got more important things to worry about. Like this, for instance. And what to get for Caley for her birthday.
Yeah, I KNOW it's a while away yet, but I'm a guy, damnit. We're not programed for such matters.
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[06 Jun 2008|08:59am] |
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First week almost over and I've managed to avoid Seth so far. Not that he's tried to contact me either, which shows amazing common sense on his part.
Also shows he's an ignorant bastard for not even trying to thank me for booking his damn hotel for him. But then, that's hardly news.
So yeah. All going well. Plus it's Aidan's birthday next week so that'll need celebrating.
Things are looking up.
(I do need to shave now, though. It's starting to get damn annoying.)
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[28 May 2008|10:16am] |
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I found him a hotel.
I even booked it for him (it was either that or speak to the bastard - this way I only had to deal with Mom).
I just can't bring myself even to pretend to want to socialize with him - not even if Aidan's idea (I still can't remember it being our idea) is one of the better ones I've heard in some time.
What do I speak about to a guy who collects bibles and can quote from any damn version of it you name? Not exactly my idea of a good party game.
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[19 May 2008|09:50am] |
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And again, much of my future happiness (at least for a day or two) hangs on the outcome of tonight's game.
And again, I am being domesticated and well-behaved while Caley gets to sit and watch unmolested (or relatively so).
Randomly, Tala also seems to like hockey. We're not sure which team she supports yet - we think she's studying form and then will come to her decision.
I will NEVER repeat that out loud, by the way.
And JESUS, but Noah looks in a bad way. It's kind've weird seeing hangovers from this side of them. I'm usually joining in. I don't think my sole hangover vocabulary consists of the words "It was a rebuilding year" though.
Is it a sign of advancing senility that I'm almost feeling sorry for Marti?
And the good thing is, win or lose for the Stars tonight, Caley will NEVER look even a tenth that bad. Then again, I have no plans EVER to fuck Noah, a fact which will no doubt please him at least as much as it does me.
Coffee... I need coffee.
(Another two weeks before Seth arrives. I don't know why the fuck this is on my mind since I have NO intention of spending any time with him - unless we do decide to put Aidan's plan into action, of course. Heh. God, I'm sorely tempted.)
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[17 May 2008|04:10pm] |
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O.O
Jesus. Stars're in with a real chance've pulling level Monday. In fact, if Turco plays the way he just did, I don't see them being stopped.
All this means I have a Very Happy And Excited Girlfriend, of course.
I like having a Very Happy And Excited Girlfriend.
If anyone can take my mind off of my brother's impending visit to the city in a couple weeks, it's her. Then again, she can take my mind off of remembering my own name, so dealing with Seth-induced-rage is NO problem for her at all.
I'm still very tempted to go with Aidan's idea. He says we were talking about it, but I have NO real memory of such an event. Therefore, he gets the credit. See, all of this depends on Seth coming out drinking with us.
When he and I aren't even speaking.
Okay. I like a challenge.
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[14 May 2008|12:16pm] |
Stars are looking shaky. To say the least.
I may be called on for consolation behaviors of no currently-set description tonight. As it is I'm going to be buying a couple special things for dinner - and I'm cooking, mainly since Caley's too damn nervous to be allowed near sharp or hot objects.
And there's plenty of beer. All's well from that aspect. :D
What isn't good?
I got a call. From my mother. She doesn't call often - after all I'm the family outcast (she still has pictures of me, but I think she's draped them in black muslin or turned them to the wall or something. No ashes, of course. Nothing quite so Catholic). So, she called.
My brother is visiting New York City.
Soon.
Can we let him stay with us to help him save on hotel bills?
WHAT THE FUCK???
Can we hell.
In fairness to Seth, he probably doesn't even know Mom called, but after the last time I saw him I can wait a LONG time before laying eyes on him again. And that's before I stop to think of what he called Caley.
Stay with us? SURE! Ahahahahahahahah.
When hell freezes over.
Randomly - I think I need to shave now. It's too damn hot for a beard.
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[05 May 2008|10:40am] |
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Mondays fucking suck.
Actually, most things fucking suck today.
Only good thing is that at least there won't be divided loyalties since the fucking Stars got through. And I've promised to keep the beard because it clearly has different loyalties than the rest of me.
Ha-fucking-ha. Straight to dvd.
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[29 Apr 2008|09:40pm] |
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*sits in his seat, head in hands*
I don't even think they're worth me getting drunk. I may just go home and get hold of the nearest blade.
Uh... that would be to shave. I'm too old to be emo.
Fuckers.
*GLOOM*
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[27 Apr 2008|04:43pm] |
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 ABANDONED AND BEREFT! |
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>.<
... maybe I should shave.
...
... no. No, because that'll only make it worse.
Fuck it.
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[25 Apr 2008|09:39pm] |
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FUCKERS!
*scowls*
*JUST remembers NOT to throw a beer bottle at the TV*
*or at Tala*
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[19 Apr 2008|09:43am] |
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Steely Dan - Reelin' in the Years |
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ROUND 2!!!!!
:D
And I'm not even hungover.
Well... okay... maybe a little, but little enough that I can hide it. I thank the girlfriend and the promise of much sex.
Usually tends to work for me. :D
Of course, that means I get to make breakfast. Only seems fair somehow.
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[17 Apr 2008|01:23pm] |
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*lifts a hand*
*holds his hand horizontally in front of his face*
*studies it*
Huh.
*extends his hand to arm's length, then brings it back in and touches his nose with his first finger*
Huh.
*stands up suddenly, pauses then sits down again*
Huh.
*contemplates his head*
Huh.
*checks the time, then does some simple math*
Huh...
Looks like I'm recovered. I reckon I can manage lunch after all.
:D
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HAVE I TOOOOOOOOLD YOOOOOU LATELY THAT I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVEYOOOOOOOOOOOOU... |
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3-1!!!!!
I nmay be slightly drunked, but I can still type c hoer coherro coohre I CAN STILL TYPE!
And I have arranged for THIS!!1! to happen on Friday - well, I have tickets ordered - for me and my fineass finan fians CALEY to come with me because she's the best woman in the world and she likes EVERYTHING I LIKE AND SHE NEVER BITCHES ABOUT STUFF SO SHE DESERVES IT YES!
I need bed now. Work tomorrow.
Hmmmmmm.
Think I'll go sing to her. She likes that, too. Yeah.
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[15 Apr 2008|11:31am] |
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Would anyone consider me less manly if I confessed I stole this from Aidan? Complete with shitty html.
<td align="center" style="background: #000000; color: #FFFFFF;">Ben Ferguson's Random Movie Quote:
'Being bad feels pretty good, huh?'
- John Bender, The Breakfast Club
Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com</td>
Beard is growing nicely, if you look close. Heh. At least, Caley's not complaining.
...
Yeah, I'll keep that one to myself. Heh.
More hockey tomorrow. Damn, this hectic social whirl.
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