STFU Marrieds Entry?

The comment is mine, by the way, and I haven't talked to this person since high school. Pretty much your standard facebook nonfriend. We'll see how long it takes to get deleted. If it doesn't, she may be denser than I imagine.

Also, from a gchat after I read the above:

Im telling you, my jealously just cannot be contained

on a scale from 1 to 10, I'm like a super fucking jealous

i mean, if it were just the baby-looking in december, I'd be okay. Maybe

But Stacy? AND amy?

Jesus H fucking christ

how can I live with myself

knowing that someone is experiencing such ecstasy

when I'm left with such a trite, dreary existence in comparison

and dont even get me started on the photographer

how did she get the BEST photographer in the world?

man, i thought he was nearly impossible to get!

BUT SHE GOT HIM!

OMG

OMG

CURSE THIS INEQUITABLE WORLD. FUUUUUCK!

I admit I'm a bit of a curmudgeon when it comes to facebook, but sometimes these status updates, random CAPITALIZED! outbursts, musings, etc., get so damn bad that I can barely take it, and I must retaliate with some snarky-ass comment. It's necessary for the universe to remain balanced.

Life Support

This blog has been on life support for probably well over a year now, but I'll continue to write, albeit disparately and sparingly, as a long painful crawl hooked up to respirators and various tubes is better than death. At least when we're talkin' 'bout blogs.

Anyhow, time for a...
Yes, that's a weekend update, if you're that incredibly dense. On Friday MackP, Beth, and Jamie came to Chicago from the Pittsburgh, Pistolvania. Shenanigans by day were as follows:

Friday
-Went to Hugo's Frog Bar for dinner. I explained to the uninitiated that the area we were in -- Rush and Division (or 'the Russian Division,' if you're P-Diddy) -- is notorious for older guys looking to pick up younger chicks, so watch your cornholes. I left that last part out.
-Mack and I had Irish coffee that was more alcoholic than an Irish Carbomb. It was was honestly 75% whiskey. I never thought I'd drink coffee like it was a shot.
-Afterwards we went to Elm Street Liquors to hang out. A roaming pack (perhaps gaggle?) of chubby chicks came in at about 11 and came. to. party. One of them just started grinding up on the wall like it was the dirtiest, nastiest, most ghetto-ass dance party in the world. She was dropping it as if it were very, very hot. Anyhow, this was very amusing and is my idea of entertainment. Great people-watching in that area in general.

Saturday
-Woke up at the very unsexy ass crack of Dawn's in order to go to an ND game.
-Drank about 5 of the last roughly 40 non-pussified Sparks on the planet Earff. I have a cache of the old formula and am rationing them carefully.
-ND curb-stomped Nevada.

Sunday
-Went to the Jazz Festival. The weather was great and it was fun, but really this thing is highly overrated. I like the smaller street festivals with cover bands and whatnot a lot more. Oh well.

Ugh, I just got really tired so I'm just going to quit and post the damn thing even though there's more to write about. Each post on this site is more half-assed than the last. Therefore, each new entry is the most half-assed I have ever done.