So I finally have a firm date on our church wedding. I have also been exercising my butt off. But I also bought a bottle of Bushmills.
Don't worry, it isn't. I can access netflix with it, and it doubles as a cd/dvd/blu-ray player. I got some cheap games to go with it, but I'm not much of a gamer, really. Also I need something to occupy my time, seeing as my dance card is empty. Counter-point: this will do very little to fill up my dance card.
I heard they were going to let you fix it, but since you were one of the evil rmmb mods, the people here would revolt and join freak safari if it was allowed. They would rather have a broken message board.
Hey, at least FS keeps their board working.... ...which is probably pretty easy to do when 1/3 of the posting population has admin rights, and the founder hangs around like an 18-year-old single mom working triple shifts at the 24 hour McDonalds down the street from the truck stop where she got impregnated by a knight in a shining big rig.
I am finally back in my hometown to do some coyote hunting tomorrow. Yee haw! I don't know if my parents have noticed yet that aside from Thanksgiving and Christmas, I really visit here the most when something is in season. Side note... Schell Stout is fucking tasty, and always will be.
Neat fact: I remember enough Italian that I can understand the throwaway banter in Assassin's Creed 2. Go me.
I wish I had some Russian skills. Being clueless as to all the chatter in Stalker drives me nuts. All I can figure out is that "oruzi o'brel" translates loosely as "Get that fucking gun out of my face or so help me God..."
No drunk/high homework is so much better. You wake up in the morning thinking you have finished your homework, and did a great job, then look at the papers and it is just a bunch of scribbles. It is very entertaining in the morning, when you go around looking for the homework you thought you finished, because it cant be the papers with the scribbles on them.
Or you just devote one night a week to Adderall only and somehow pass all your classes. Of course, my source on that is about to graduate OSU with a degree in Business Agriculture, so take that with a grain of salt.
I'm becoming my mother. By which I mean to say, I am up at an obscene hour of the evening, baking. But I get to lick the spatula without judgment. Adulthood's still kicking ass.