fuck that dumb fat motherfucker

Fuck being nice. Seriously, it never seems to get me anywhere. I thought that letting that huge stinking fur dispenser live with me was a pretty big sacrifice on my part, but it has brought me nothing but trouble. It makes my apartment stink and leaves it covered with fur. It keeps us up all night with its annoying whining. And it has transformed my Ramp from an exciting sexual playground into an inconvenient barrier used to block him from entering my bedroom. Now aside from the face-value suckiness of that, what do you think happens when two people have been up all night, every night, yelling at a cat because he won’t shut up. Yeah, it’s like cats and dogs. And apparently I’m the only dog in the fuckin house.

What else? Oh yeah, Kelly Graf hasn’t spoken to me since June 7th because I wrote “A few people came out to my opening tonight, but of course the list of people who didn’t come is far more telling. If I cared enough to call each one and mention it, I’m certain that every single one would have an excuse as to why they would have loved to come but just couldn’t make it.”. Since she’s a girl she assumed I was talking specifically about her and told me that I was “stomping my feet” and “throwing a tantrum”, all because of that line right there. I laughed it off, because you know how girls can be. I just thought it was noteworthy that she’s had her panties so bunched by all this that she actually stopped talking to me after like 10 years over it. She also skipped our once-in-a-lifetime cd release show at the Troc. So be it.

I went to see CirqueDuSoleil on Friday night. The show this time around is called Quidam. It was awesome. In fact, of the three or four different shows I’ve seen, I think this was my favorite. The show got off to an unusual start, as Rosa and I were looking for our seats, slightly lost. Mind you, the show hadn’t started yet, but the house was packed. One of the performers came over to us, supposedly to help find our seats. Well once he got to us, the spotlight dropped right down on us. It followed as he led us in completely the opposite direction, then back again. Then he led me, up some stairs and out the door. I’m like “what the fuuu…”, and as I turn around, the guy is halfway across the venue with my woman in his arms, placing her into a seat. So I start walking over there, and he meets me halfway. He then grabbed some random girl who was also looking for her seat, picked her up, and placed her in my arms. Eventually I put down the girl and we found our proper seats. Like I said, the show was awesome.

Everything since then, has sucked complete ass and made me feel like I should throw myself in front of a bus. We’ll see how that goes.

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