Well, today was interesting, hence the lateness of this entry. I got into work this morning to find a message from Aaron begging me to call him back. He said it was an emergency. When I finally got through, I got the Sarge, and she said, "Don't call here." and hung up on me. Bitch. So, I sent Aaron an e-mail telling him not to call me and expect me to call back until he learned to control his bitch. Unfortunately, she got the e-mail, and reacted poorly. Whatever.
Aaron finally got a hold of me; he was calling from the practice space. Apparently, the Sarge went fucko bazoo and told him she was going to go out and get a cop. That's when Aaron called me. When the Sarge returned, without a cop, she immediately went online, and was yelling at him while he tried to get her to get off the internet. So, he decided to leave, and she immediately blocked his way. So, he moved her to one side, she accused him of abusing her, and told him that if he left, he should never come back.
Thus, he ended up at my apartment, trying to get some sleep on our couch. He says he's tired of her shit, and it's over between them. I'm not holding my breath.
Okay campers, I want you to make up real captions for these pictures. Make up a funny/gross/whatever story and send it in. I'll post up the best ones. Otherwise, you're stuck with these dry descriptions.
Our leftist vegan posters on the wall. Along with a picture of anthromorphic cats playing chess, on the left.
Blacklight, guitar, and leis.
My desk, stereo, four-track, plant, and gargoyles.
Dirk's dresser, CDs, and other shit.
Vote Green
The cast iron wok I scammed off my mom. Pre-cleaning.Okay, one last picture to leave you with. The stuffed dralion my dad got me back from the Cirque do Soliel
