nameraka

look i don't read ancient sumerian. how the fuck was i supposed to know that wasn't a bathroom?

CURSED!!! i have no evidence to support this. it just kind of feels cursed.

chop your own damn firewood.

it's gonna be an entertaining four years.

you may... that will teach ya.

if i'm answering this question for real though, The Maxx

i created a character when i was teenager who was a sidekick for a supervillian. he was called the corpse. he didn't have any powers. he was just dead. he was really more of a human shield than a sidekick.

i'd know.

no. actually, no. don't do that. no one wants that. i just got caught up in the moment.

this. speed bumps should go the way of my sobriety.

1. online job applications for companies that require a resume. 2. the company that i work for. 3. my sobriety i reserve the right to add to this list until #3 has been properly disposed of.

or anything but this...

i'm bored with my small repetitive corner of life, but i know i could walk away from it all if it came down to that or pulling the trigger. i also have a few goals i want to accomplish. corner shit, like i want to write a novel. stuff like that. also, i'm scared shitless that there isn't anything after this. i find the concept of oblivion terrify. oh. and my dog. i seriously wouldn't bother getting out of bed in the morning if it wasn't for him. yay life!!

there is absolutely no sex in the beer cave.

Jack

they have, on multiple occasions, fucked up my order so badly that they actually gave me something that wasn't on the menu...

yeah, i used to be able to do that. i got old.

yeah, pass on the shot then. nobody likes to be drooled on at work. well almost nobody.

maybe if you're lucky they'll give you a hit of that sweet novocaine?

Quilters

i find that the likelihood of getting caught goes up significantly. and i'm not that good at being sneaky.

my only hope is that i live long enough to get really old and senile so i can get away with all that shit again...