Drunken Interneting

Or I don't know what you would call it! I went to an internet party last night-- it was at this gamer's hangout in downtown Riverdale-- this place called Skullf**kerz Arena-- as if those two ASTERICKS can possibley stand for ANYTHING other then "C K"-- which incidently stands of CALVIN KLEIN, which I'm wearing right now, thouhg vomit soaked as they are, as well as about a GALLON of CK1 to try to cover of the vomit smell.

By the way, did you see those new WEIGHT WATCHER'S ads? The one that say, like, "DIET" is a bad word, so they spell it D**T-- so I'm riding on the Riverdale Rockview Hts. bus, like a half hour, the whole time thinking all the workds that could be like DICKED and DISTORT-- use your imanigation!

ANYWAY, at the stupid Wii freakazoid party, they have this bootleged version of Grand Theft Auto IV that eveyone is drooling over (excpt me) and I'm pretty much bored, so I go out to the RIverdale Lightnign shop and pick up a bottle of MD 20/20-- though it turns out at the party they have this half gallon of Smirnov some geek stole from his rich parents or sometihng. So I take to mixing the MADDOG and the vodka half and half, and since it's not so sickly sweet I drink like twice as much, and of course the next thing you know I'm waking up on the ratty skullfuc*rz carpet!

So then I didnt even realize until I got hope that I had been ONLINE basically and those assholes got iinto my email and sent all these messages to my ex-WIFE Lisa telling her how I want get back with her and then how I want to-- what I want to do sexually, you know, I'm not even going to go into it. She'll never talk to me now EVER again I'm sure. And THEN they went into this BLOG and made all these changes that I don't know how to change back since I didn't set this thing up in the first place it was Lisa because she wanted me to use it right after we got divorced to talk about my feelings so I wouldn't e calling her so much. So anyway, that's why this thing looks so fucked up now with all the stupid slideshows and shit. Does anyone know how to make that shit go away? I would NEVER pick these colors either (though I have to say they're better than the ones LIsa picked. )

So that's what I get I guess for being a loser 38 year old haning out with teenage gamers and drinking WAY too much. A stupid looking blog, a woman who won't talk to me ever again, and a pair of too tight white jeans with purple stains all down the front where I hurled!

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