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LAST WEEK. [DISCLAIMER] I am going to use bad words right now. FUCKSHITASSBULLFUCKSHITFUCKCRAPONASTICKFUCKASSSHIT.
Knowing a friend of yours is kind nuts and pushy = annoying, but tolerable. Finding out he likes to push the envelope WAY beyond rational limits into "fucked up and creepy" territory = Massive Fuckatude. Suffice it to say, I need to stop allowing people with obvious social disorders into my life. At least I know what to look for... I think.
The SILVER lining in this cloud of stank is that I figured out a great way to play my 'crazy' dwarf character in our Warhammer fantasy RP. Basic denial of reality for his more appropriate reality (cooks a lot of different things, all of which are "crab", and has a wolfhound who he thinks is a wolf. And yeah, pretty much he thinks other people crazy when they tell him the actual truth.)
WEEKEND. Amazing. Completely made up for the shitfuck week drama. Pardon my english.
Friday I did laundry as normal, paid rent, and ate an AMAZING panini with italian sausage, onions, bellpeppers, and tomatos. AMAZING. Friday night I baked a 10 lbs chocolate chip banana bread bundt cake. Made tacojunk (tm) in a crockpot. It was fun, but it made my guts feel poorly. Watched the remake of 3:10 to Yuma (which kicked so much ass).
Saturday, helped my buddy Bry move (for the 10th time... we were trying to figure that out, and settled on 10, cuz it sounded good). We hung out for a spot over at an old haunt of ours, The Ugly Mug (which I HIGHLY recommend if you ever pass through Orange County, god save your filthy heathen soul, and want a good latte or mocha). T'was nice. Snagged another buddy Steve and joined my sister and her hubby at their apartment in HB. Other buddy Derek showed up. Then we roleplayed. For HOURS. It was awesome. The session was fraught with danger and drama, and culminated in a daring and AMAZING final confrontation with some bastardly bothan force adept. The stars were aligned, and although this bothan tried to save his life with a Negate Energy force power, Bry's character made the crit, and tore his face off with a blaster bolt from his heavy blaster pistol AKA Constance. Then the fleeing from killer battle droids with vibroswords and blaster cannons. Thus ACT ONE has finally finished. It was intense RP, and it completely changed my mood from the somber and disturbed week to an amazing weekend.
Ended up crashing at Steve's place because I had an hour drive and no energy with which to make it safely.
Sunday, got up 1030 ish... got some chinese food for breakfast, then drove home. Then chilled. Watched Fantastic Four (/yawn), and played some Marvel Ultimate Alliance on the 360 before crashing.
Knowing a friend of yours is kind nuts and pushy = annoying, but tolerable. Finding out he likes to push the envelope WAY beyond rational limits into "fucked up and creepy" territory = Massive Fuckatude. Suffice it to say, I need to stop allowing people with obvious social disorders into my life. At least I know what to look for... I think.
The SILVER lining in this cloud of stank is that I figured out a great way to play my 'crazy' dwarf character in our Warhammer fantasy RP. Basic denial of reality for his more appropriate reality (cooks a lot of different things, all of which are "crab", and has a wolfhound who he thinks is a wolf. And yeah, pretty much he thinks other people crazy when they tell him the actual truth.)
WEEKEND. Amazing. Completely made up for the shitfuck week drama. Pardon my english.
Friday I did laundry as normal, paid rent, and ate an AMAZING panini with italian sausage, onions, bellpeppers, and tomatos. AMAZING. Friday night I baked a 10 lbs chocolate chip banana bread bundt cake. Made tacojunk (tm) in a crockpot. It was fun, but it made my guts feel poorly. Watched the remake of 3:10 to Yuma (which kicked so much ass).
Saturday, helped my buddy Bry move (for the 10th time... we were trying to figure that out, and settled on 10, cuz it sounded good). We hung out for a spot over at an old haunt of ours, The Ugly Mug (which I HIGHLY recommend if you ever pass through Orange County, god save your filthy heathen soul, and want a good latte or mocha). T'was nice. Snagged another buddy Steve and joined my sister and her hubby at their apartment in HB. Other buddy Derek showed up. Then we roleplayed. For HOURS. It was awesome. The session was fraught with danger and drama, and culminated in a daring and AMAZING final confrontation with some bastardly bothan force adept. The stars were aligned, and although this bothan tried to save his life with a Negate Energy force power, Bry's character made the crit, and tore his face off with a blaster bolt from his heavy blaster pistol AKA Constance. Then the fleeing from killer battle droids with vibroswords and blaster cannons. Thus ACT ONE has finally finished. It was intense RP, and it completely changed my mood from the somber and disturbed week to an amazing weekend.
Ended up crashing at Steve's place because I had an hour drive and no energy with which to make it safely.
Sunday, got up 1030 ish... got some chinese food for breakfast, then drove home. Then chilled. Watched Fantastic Four (/yawn), and played some Marvel Ultimate Alliance on the 360 before crashing.
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