Fuck all you guys. No more advice for you. Well... I'll still be giving advice, but not today. And from now on, it will kind of be a crapshoot as to when I give advice and when I just rant. Deal with it.

Before I begin my main rant, I would like to say that being employed sucks. I hate working, especially when it involves me being a servant to society. That said, I'm moving on to more pleasant topics.

Where to start? Greywarden and Ripe-with-decay came to Minneapolis for the week. They stayed with Oz, Abdul and myself. We have dubbed this past week the first official WTF gathering. It was most amusing, and there will be a scrapbook put together in the next week or so of all of our activities, so be on the lookout for that.

So most of the week was spent in Perkins, annoying waitresses and drinking too much coffee. For those of you who are surprised that the thing of the day has actually started changing on a daily basis, know that the majority of these quotes were born in Perkins, and almost always were followed with Grey spitting whatever beverage he was drinking all over the table. It seems that Grey has a real problem laughing and consuming beverages at the same time, and has a penchant for just spraying them all over the table and it's other occupants whenever he laughs. Eventually we wised up and started wearing raingear every time we went out to eat. :)

Here is a quick list of interesting events from the past week:

• Ripe and Grey got everyone plastered. Oz threw up everywhere and slept in the bathtub.
  
  
• Grey almost got us killed on numerous occasions with his psychotic driving.
  
  
• I got pierced again and then tried to mount anyone who was willing because piercing makes me hot.
  
  
• I was attacked by lampreys that left suspicious looking marks all over my neck, and a few other choice spots as well.
  
  
• Four words: sex in a bathtub.
  
  
• I had a few interesting conversations with Evinrude. (those of you who know who that is are laughing your asses off. Those of you who don't know who that is don't need to know.)
  
  
• Grey got pierced and tried to be all manly about it, but you could tell he wanted to cry.
  
  
• Grey got laid. Good for him.
  
  
• Smjor got laid. Good for me.
  
  
• No one else got laid. Draw your own conclusions.
  
  
• Grey and Ripe played Contra on our old-skool Nintendo for twelve hours.
  
  
• The penis game was played in the most inappropriate places imaginable.
  

Now a brief interlude:
For those of you who haven't figured it out yet, Greywarden and I are pretty much a couple. *shudder* I hate that term. It sounds so high school. But the fact still remains, and since I can think of no better title to give it, we will call it that. Anyway, I just have two things to say about this. One, all you chicks who like to hit on him in the chat room, back the fuck off! He's mine, you can't have him, deal with it. Two, all you people who are already composing emails to me whining about how Smjor has gone soft and all that shit, don't send them. I don't want to hear about it. I haven't gone soft, I've just found someone who's worthy. There's no shame in that, and if you want to give me shit about it, that's fine, but be advised that I will hunt you all down and get medieval on your asses. Also, do not think that this means the end of the bitter ranting you all have come to expect from me. Just because I'm in love doesn't mean there aren't plenty of things left for me to be bitter about.

Okay, so that interlude wasn't so brief. Whatever. Back to the story.

So they came, they saw, they got us all drunk. Then they went home. I'm done writing now. I'm sick and stoned from the codeine they gave me. So until next week, live long and prosper.