4th Unofficially Official Halo Chat Thread: The Sequaling!!!
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Thank you Wheez, I am copying this and will have it at Zack's memorial service.
It's lunchtime!!!! First day of March. And a nice grilled boneless chicken thigh hoagie.
yesssssss
yesssssss
A nice day into a nice night on this first day of the month. This means one thing:
Fettucini a la Carbonara.
(pancetta, parmisan, white wine, garlic, and an egg. It is wonderful and leaves no doubt of it's health values)
(very little)
Fettucini a la Carbonara.
(pancetta, parmisan, white wine, garlic, and an egg. It is wonderful and leaves no doubt of it's health values)
(very little)
DIVA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And wish I could say the same for Indy. It was rainy, cold and WINDY as hell here today. UGH!!!!!!!!
A nice day into a nice night on this first day of the month. This means one thing:
Fettucini a la Carbonara.
(pancetta, parmisan, white wine, garlic, and an egg. It is wonderful and leaves no doubt of it's health values)
(very little)
OMG!!!!! I want 5 bowls full. And I mean BIG bowls
Morning,AngiPouring rain here.
GUURRRLLLLL...we had that crap ALL day yesterday and SUPER high winds. I don't even wanna look at our roof. I'm wondering if we have any shingles left
"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened"
-Theodore Geisel, Dr. Seuss
Happy Birthday, Doc!!!
I got new shinies!!!! And I'm gonna need some more Halojuice! When's the next sale?
Day 21
In the purely Biblical sense, I am halfway to my goal. In reality, the finish line seems an unfathomable distance away. This curse that normal people live daily haunts me with it's sensible speech patterns and complete control over my bladder. I feel like a lemming...a lemming that doesn't run off the cliff but instead stays sober and journals his horrific experiences with his adorably cute little hands, on what I assume would be an equally adorable little computer I guess, I dunno what lemmings use to blog.
I actually received an award at work for all my hard work over these past few weeks, these people taunt me with their acrylic trophies celebrating normalcy and mediocrity. Then to add insult to injury, they serve some overly dry store bought cake. It crumbles unsatisfactorily in my mouth, like sawdust...sawdust mixed with fear and mint frosting, with a touch of complacency.
My home life suffers as well, I find myself filling the quiet times with torturous events like dusting, mopping, vacuuming. The bed of empty bottles and beer cans that once littered my floor have revealed a terrible hard wood floor veneer that constantly mocks my decent into typical behavior. I dont even recognize my own home....ok that part isn't so different since when i'm drunk i usually break into various neighbors homes to pass out...so let's call that a wash.
When I wake up under the brutal interrogation of the sunlight, I am filled with a sickening upbeat attitude. I say "Good morning, nice weather were having" to co-workers and friends like I'm some sort of puppet. Their initial surprise at what they probably thought was a mentally challenged person that was camping out in an office suddenly becoming a coherent and productive worker has passed, now they cheerfully wave back, invite me to lunch, offer small talk at my office door. It's like the gates of Rome being sieged by Visigoths, if Rome was defended by tacky pastel fiberglass wall inserts and motivational cat posters. No I will NOT "Hang in there" you sick feline monster!!!
When the apocalypse comes, these "normies" will be swallowed hole by the great hordes of Abaddon, only those of us who trained diligently in the art of insanity will remain behind to get all the Hostess Twinkies left in the store aisles. I only hope the End Times come after Easter, when I can return to my regular life of debauchery and blissful ignorance.
In the purely Biblical sense, I am halfway to my goal. In reality, the finish line seems an unfathomable distance away. This curse that normal people live daily haunts me with it's sensible speech patterns and complete control over my bladder. I feel like a lemming...a lemming that doesn't run off the cliff but instead stays sober and journals his horrific experiences with his adorably cute little hands, on what I assume would be an equally adorable little computer I guess, I dunno what lemmings use to blog.
I actually received an award at work for all my hard work over these past few weeks, these people taunt me with their acrylic trophies celebrating normalcy and mediocrity. Then to add insult to injury, they serve some overly dry store bought cake. It crumbles unsatisfactorily in my mouth, like sawdust...sawdust mixed with fear and mint frosting, with a touch of complacency.
My home life suffers as well, I find myself filling the quiet times with torturous events like dusting, mopping, vacuuming. The bed of empty bottles and beer cans that once littered my floor have revealed a terrible hard wood floor veneer that constantly mocks my decent into typical behavior. I dont even recognize my own home....ok that part isn't so different since when i'm drunk i usually break into various neighbors homes to pass out...so let's call that a wash.
When I wake up under the brutal interrogation of the sunlight, I am filled with a sickening upbeat attitude. I say "Good morning, nice weather were having" to co-workers and friends like I'm some sort of puppet. Their initial surprise at what they probably thought was a mentally challenged person that was camping out in an office suddenly becoming a coherent and productive worker has passed, now they cheerfully wave back, invite me to lunch, offer small talk at my office door. It's like the gates of Rome being sieged by Visigoths, if Rome was defended by tacky pastel fiberglass wall inserts and motivational cat posters. No I will NOT "Hang in there" you sick feline monster!!!
When the apocalypse comes, these "normies" will be swallowed hole by the great hordes of Abaddon, only those of us who trained diligently in the art of insanity will remain behind to get all the Hostess Twinkies left in the store aisles. I only hope the End Times come after Easter, when I can return to my regular life of debauchery and blissful ignorance.
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You can still mop, dust, work with your pants off and it will be a perfect blend of sober/drunk living. I think it would make you happy (well, maybe not the co-workers. Plus it will confuse them as to which Wheez they are dealing with, but that could be fun too. Almost like an identical twin who switches classes to confuse their teacher)
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