The_annoying_one

Nintendo emails me a special 8-digit promo code to get 15% off a new game for my birthday. I’m not really in the market for a new game, but I’ll bite. I pick one out and enter the code. ”Please Enter The Entire 12-Digit Code Provided” Um….am I supposed to just guess the last 4 digits here, or what?

McDonald’s, I guess. Eh….it was a gift, so it’s whatever.

I once again tell people I have a horrible headache and they once again get as loud as they fucking can. Happy birthday to me, indeed.

The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt (PS4)

Thanks, man. I love it. Thinking I should’ve had Checker’s tonight, though.

I hope I can sleep in a little tomorrow.

I hate small talk so very much.

Taco Bell EDIT: When am I ever gonna learn? 🤦‍♂️

Holy wall of text and videos, Batman!

Happy birthday, Stoner.

I Googled “cat cake” but I was not expecting this.

Happy birthday, Scoob!!!

Can of beef stew.

A chicken tikka masala TV dinner.

Almost no sleep, extreme headache, 2 loud dogs, and 2 even louder children randomly dumped in my care, all in the course of one day. Don’t I feel fucking special?

I was really craving General Tso’s chicken tonight. The only place nearby that apparently sells it is some place I’ve never heard of called China Max. It absolutely sucked.

My uncle just called me. I didn’t answer because I just didn’t feel like talking. He left a voicemail. 25 seconds of what sounds like garbled TV noise in the background. I’m very familiar with butt dialing. But a butt voicemail is unfamiliar territory.

Finally, some peace and fucking quiet…..maybe.

Ham & cheese sandwich and a small pack of Doritos.