u suck O.o

dear abbreviation-happy chat guy,

i kno u think ur teh shit bc u r 1337 & u pwn @ wow & crysis, but u l00k like a tard wen u type, lolz.

idk where u learn ur eng skillz but i h8 2 read wat u type bc it l00ks like its a) md5‘d or b) written by a 5yo w/ downs rofl.

also, b4 i 4get, i rly h8 2 b the 1 2 tell u this, but “ur gay” is not as gr8 a comeback as u think. +, i think ur making that smiley up

i no ur 28, but i think ur momz wants u upstairs now O.o i hope u will b afk while u eat ur rice crispy tr33ts.

Getting testy

Jeeeest testing out ScribeFire.

The new Firefox r0x, by the way. Continue reading ‘Getting testy’

Infestation

My house is absolutely crawling with mysterious creatures. As I lay in bed at night, I hear them scratching at the door. They’re nocturnal, and I’m fairly sure they’re mammalian. While these creatures have not, as yet, posed imminent threat to my life, they have ravished my apartment; I find evidence of their violence in the form of shredded clothing, torn upholstery, and the general strewing about of my belongings.

No, I’m not crazy; I have cats. But then again, is there a difference?
Continue reading ‘Infestation’

Taxi!

Dear New York Gypsy Cab* Driver,

Who the hell are you talking to on the phone? You’ve been chattering nonstop for the last half-hour. I don’t think I’ve even seen you breathe, much less allow the person supposedly on the other end of the line to speak.

Who is your carrier, and what crazy rate plan are you on? I know you’re not swimming in cash or you wouldn’t be driving a Towncar that looks like it ended its career as an extra on a Dukes of Hazzard episode. Continue reading ‘Taxi!’

Sit Down and Shut Up.

Dear Pretentious Grad Student,

Hi! I’m the guy who sits behind you in class. You know that odd crunching noise you hear every time you speak? Yeah, that’s me griding my teeth. Continue reading ‘Sit Down and Shut Up.’

That guy

Okay, Barbara, where we gonna go next?

Well, I don’t know where we should go, I thought you had some stuff to do.

Yeah, well, let’s stop here for a sec and figure this out. You have to pick up new school clothes at the plus-size store for Sarah, and I gotta pick up a new little league jersey for Ray at the plus-size kid’s sports store. So I’ll go down that way and you go down that way, and we’ll meet back here.

Wow. These people behind us are really pushy. Mall people. Jeez.

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Through the Drinking Glass

Through the Drinking Glass

Polished wooden planks
Cool against my burning cheek
One beer too many

Dear Britney Spears

Remember when you used to be famous for singing?

Dear MySpace

1996 called.  They want their site design back.

How To… Be Deep

It’s easier than you think. Continue reading ‘How To… Be Deep’