hating on haters who wreck everything... those assholes

You know when you discover something and it stops you in your tracks? And you can't move? Or think? Or breathe?

I have that. (Again).

I should just cancel the internet. It's bad for my karma. It's bad for my chi. It's bad for my head. It's just... bad. Overall. It gives me impure thoughts and makes me act in ways that match (no, I'm not talking about porn).

Tomal said he'd hate to see me happy because I'd never write.

Huh.

Tomal, on me calling him after I got home from dinner the other night:
"I had to make sure you got home safe... I mean, you hit a pole in a parking lot!"

Yeah, sure did!

Poomar also made a funny the other day. We were discussing sky-diving and whether or not you could jump out of a jet. I said something along the lines of "Even if the engine didn't suck you in and destroy you, do you know what the atmospheric pressure is up there? You'd probably die..."
He goes "I've been on your mom before, so yeah, I think I have some idea."

I was so impressed with his ability to turn our discussion about atmospheric pressure into a mom joke - that was not only a mom-slut joke, but also a fat-mom joke, that I completely didn't even beat him up for saying it.

P.S. Work sucks. Hungover or otherwise.