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    • CommentTimeApr 6th 2008 edited
    Naked in my room in Miami, about to get dressed and find some food. Getting on a cruise ship in a few hours, off to the Virgin Islands to get married on St. Thomas Wednesday. I'll try to post some pictures in the photo thread.
    • CommentAuthorAzmoooo
    • CommentTimeApr 6th 2008 edited
    Drove to JB Hi-Fi to cancel my Grand Theft Auto IV pre-order; the Australian government in its infinite wisdom decided to only allow an edited version to be shipped here due to the 15+ rating being the most severe rating on these shores.

    Yes, a country who gave government grants to help fund Chopper and Wolf Creek is somehow a bit iffy about letting adults play poorly rendered 1080p versions of scenes less violent than anything in the aforementioned movies.

    As soon as I asked the shop assistant to cancel my order and explaining why, the other two shop assistants said "Really? FUCK!" and cancelled their pre-orders also.

    SMH. Hello
    • CommentAuthorhank
    • CommentTimeApr 6th 2008
    Man. My dad is here for a visit. I haven't seen him in 3.5 years. He's gotten old on me.
    It fuckin hurts.
    • CommentTimeApr 6th 2008
    I have decided to fuck my normal life in the ear. I am going to turn my habits inside out and change nearly everything.

    not sure what that means yet. I'll let you know next Open Mic.
    • CommentTimeApr 6th 2008

    Good luck reinventing yourself. When it works, it's goddamn fabulous.

    • CommentTimeApr 6th 2008
    <blockquote>off to the virgin islands to get married</blockquote>
    Congratulations. =]
    • CommentTimeApr 7th 2008
    Saturday night.

    Went to a bar around opening time and after my first three drinks the bartender started feeding me free beer because the place was empty and he was bored. I blacked out some time after that and when I came back to myself I was in my bathtub, in the dark, with my roommate telling me that it was Monday morning and that I had better get the hell out of the shower because I'd been in there for six hours and I'd also broken the bathroom mirror.

    One of those weekends. Apparently, in that time, I signed up for a job with Chase bank, was spurned by Frank the cat, met a Christian rock band, wrote a dozen pages of utter crap, and managed to sustain no bodily injuries. I am invincible.
    • CommentTimeApr 9th 2008
    Not trying to sound overly teenaged-anarchist, but the Man is seriously getting me down. This 9-5 cubicle dwelling is not conducive to any kind of work mode I'm accustomed to. I require a lot of mental stimulation to do any kind of work, multitasking is not a skill, it's a way of life. My job held so much promise of challenge and growth and I just can't bring myself to do it properly when I'm up to my neck in pseudo-smiles and PC professionalism and slowly grow afraid to approach certain people. I just can't bring myself to pretend when I think something could be done better, or when someone is wasting my time and theirs; even worse, it's hard to ignore when I can tell someone is holding back, or is displeased with something I said, or is thinking something about me. Silently judging. I'm such a stickler for honesty. Just tell me what you mean, thanks!

    Anyways, as soon as I can, I'm out of there. I want to write, and comic, and actually enjoy summer.

    Fun fact: Strangers like to tell me things. Either their life's woes, or oddly cryptic advice that becomes strangely applicable.