Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Soul-consumingly supermassive amounts of FAIL
In the field of human relationships, I have the maturity, patience and know-how of a 2 year old autoerotic chimp. I am a fucking moron. And an idiot. After the latest fiasco, my ego is the equivalent of a priceless ninth century Ming vase in a three stooges movie. For those of you who havent been lucky enough to ever see a three stooges movie, a) go watch one now, they're totally worth it and b) ess ess I mean its fragile. Delusions of happiness, anyone? Igor! Fetch me my time machine! No such thing you say? Oh well, bring me a quart of tequila, a pound of turkish hashish, and a welding torch. Im going to MAKE one.