In Which I Retell That One Story
So how ya'll doin? Absinthe Wednesday treatin' ya well? Haha! I don't care!
This is how things are gonna go down. I'm gonna take you out, we'll get hammered, make sweet sweety bloggy love and it'll be good. Then, for no reason whatsoever, I'm not gonna call anymore. Then, through the grapevine, you'll hear that I'm dating a much younger, sexier blogosphere. About a year later I'll call you in the middle of the night, drunk and sobbing, saying that you were the best blogosphere ever. Then we'll grab some paraphenalia, hit the town, start some fires, turn over some cars and break shit. You'll turn to me and say, "Iffy, you're a fuckin' riot!" I'll raise my eyebrows and say, "No, YOU'RE a fuckin' riot!"
I need a gang. I had a crew, once, but that crew disbersed. I needed to upgrade anyway. So I need a gang. Wanna be part of my gang?
I don't know anything about New Wave Theatre in Richmond, Virginia and how it was created to dispell common myths about contraception and IV drug use. Maybe it's research time.
There are a few things I wish to clear up here. First, my blog is not the right place to judge others. Only I can do that, here. Second, only use a #2 pencil when writing comments. If you do not, your comment cannot be viewed by those less fortunate, and this blog is for everybody. Third, do not think that because you read my blog I care about you. I am a severely insensitive person with no thought in my head for your feelings and not so benign attachement issues so the more you read my blog the less I care.
I am determined to become a shadowy, less articulate gangster version of myself. I am on the right track to becoming the stunning conclusion of me, but dude, this is taking forever!
I really want to write a movie script but I lack the drive, the will and the skillz. You need all three. I'm f'd right out of the starting gate.
Starting tomorrow I will have the national and local editions of my blog. Look for the new IFFY AT BEST blog, localized, specialized and totally irrelivent to you in revolutionary new ways. I AM cutting edge.
I really feel under-appreciated. Not really for what I do, but for what I have to offer. Bava and I were talking about this today. He wants to become some kind of general information gathering specialist. GIGS. I think I want to do the same kind of thing but really just have it be about culture in general. But I'm a total spaz so I doubt I'l muster the fortitude to pull it off.
Tonight I'm heading down to play some darts and attend a dinner where I'll drink for f'n free. That's right. I said free. Wanna know how you can get invited to this little shindig? It ain't gonna happen. I'd say I'm sorry, but I don't really want you there anyway. You're funny, but I'm just not in the mood.
--ASPOONFULLOFCOCAIN--
This is how things are gonna go down. I'm gonna take you out, we'll get hammered, make sweet sweety bloggy love and it'll be good. Then, for no reason whatsoever, I'm not gonna call anymore. Then, through the grapevine, you'll hear that I'm dating a much younger, sexier blogosphere. About a year later I'll call you in the middle of the night, drunk and sobbing, saying that you were the best blogosphere ever. Then we'll grab some paraphenalia, hit the town, start some fires, turn over some cars and break shit. You'll turn to me and say, "Iffy, you're a fuckin' riot!" I'll raise my eyebrows and say, "No, YOU'RE a fuckin' riot!"
I need a gang. I had a crew, once, but that crew disbersed. I needed to upgrade anyway. So I need a gang. Wanna be part of my gang?
I don't know anything about New Wave Theatre in Richmond, Virginia and how it was created to dispell common myths about contraception and IV drug use. Maybe it's research time.
There are a few things I wish to clear up here. First, my blog is not the right place to judge others. Only I can do that, here. Second, only use a #2 pencil when writing comments. If you do not, your comment cannot be viewed by those less fortunate, and this blog is for everybody. Third, do not think that because you read my blog I care about you. I am a severely insensitive person with no thought in my head for your feelings and not so benign attachement issues so the more you read my blog the less I care.
I am determined to become a shadowy, less articulate gangster version of myself. I am on the right track to becoming the stunning conclusion of me, but dude, this is taking forever!
I really want to write a movie script but I lack the drive, the will and the skillz. You need all three. I'm f'd right out of the starting gate.
Starting tomorrow I will have the national and local editions of my blog. Look for the new IFFY AT BEST blog, localized, specialized and totally irrelivent to you in revolutionary new ways. I AM cutting edge.
I really feel under-appreciated. Not really for what I do, but for what I have to offer. Bava and I were talking about this today. He wants to become some kind of general information gathering specialist. GIGS. I think I want to do the same kind of thing but really just have it be about culture in general. But I'm a total spaz so I doubt I'l muster the fortitude to pull it off.
Tonight I'm heading down to play some darts and attend a dinner where I'll drink for f'n free. That's right. I said free. Wanna know how you can get invited to this little shindig? It ain't gonna happen. I'd say I'm sorry, but I don't really want you there anyway. You're funny, but I'm just not in the mood.
--ASPOONFULLOFCOCAIN--
