And yes, yes, I could always conveniently fail to mention in my blog that I HAVE very well been drinking when this fun, bloggable shit happens, to keep all you NOSEY PARKERS with too much morale at bay.
BUT Y'KNOW.
I have become zen.
To prove my point, here is a story that doesn't have to do with drinking at all:
/fade to dream sequence
I have a habit of not having the ability for internal thought. Friends who hang around me enough will notice this when I have arguments with myself, or answer my own questions.
Similarly, given outlets such as twitter, and facebook statuses, I tend to write everything that comes to mind. /Check out my twitter for proofs.
APPARENTLY THIS IS ANNOYING.
Darin tells me one day, after seeing his news feed flooded with posts from HB and I, that he is blocking both of us from his front page so as to not have to see our incessantly stupid conversations. I was, how do you say... AGHAST.
a-ghast, -adjective. Struck with overwhelming awe or amazement.
Needless to say I was hurt.
Later that night I wrote a long winded message on HB's wall about how we should talk a lot of shit about Darin, since he can't see any of our updates anymore.
Darin signs online.
I says to Darin, I says: "Do you know what the main problem is with blocking us from your news feed?"
"What?"
"You can't see me talking shit about you on HB's wall."
"Damnit how do I put you back on my newsfeed!"
"Its too late, everyone thinks you're gay now."
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