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saturday
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friday
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Yeah, so, let's set the scene.
Kim's tired, and we had planned that night to have a barbecue with a friend. My friend comes over, and I tell him, "Yeah, Kim's sleeping so maybe we shouldn't do it, it's up to you but she wont be there with us, but I'll bring her back her piece of chicken." So, he comes back and we barbecue and I bring her back her piece of chicken. (There were two, one for me, one for her). And although she was so tired she told me to eat it, I had thought I did everything necessary to come across as a decent human being. Considerate.
Today.
Brads tired. He really feels like sleeping instead of going out there to watch Andrew barbecue, like last time. So after being repetitively brow-beaten by Andrew and Kim a-like, Kim finally calls Brad an asshole, prick, etc, and other assorted names and goes outside to watch Andrew barbecue, at something around, 5:00pm. Brad sleeps.
Brad wakes up at 7:30pm after a dream about eating mash potatoes. The apartment is dark and he sees Andrew and his girlfriend, and their baby leaving. Brad lays there, watching them, they don't notice. He lays there, and thinks to himself. "Oh, okay, so Brad gets fucked. They barbecued, and ordered Pizza, and instead of waking me and asking me if I want some, they let me lay there and sleep just to spite me, despite the fact that, like Kim, I hadn't eaten either, and I'm starving just as bad as she is." (I really do talk to myself like that, it's sad).
Brad, deciding it was best to go to sleep and not get up and beat the shit out of Kim, goes back to sleep, as planned.
Brad wakes up at 11:00pm when Kim is asleep and decides to see if his hypothesis was correct. He walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge. Same lack of food. "Yup, I was fucking right." Then, Brad sees something in a tiny (2x2in) plastic container that looks like Pip's cat food, and wonders why Kim would take Pips food out of the fridge and leave it lying there. His eyes focus and then it appears to be a tiny cold, hard to the touch, hamburger patty. No buns or cheese for miles, but it's a hamburger patty.
Brad scoffs at it. He tells sleeping Kim to get out of the computer chair and sleep on the floor in the meanest way possible. He has something to type.
Sometimes, I hate that bitch. I really don't understand why guys, or maybe it's just me, always end up being the bad guy. It's like, if we ever try to do something as scanless as girls, we're decapitated by them verbally. I don't understand. I'm starting to feel like my father on vacation once, only he was the bad guy. Ok, maybe not so much looking back, but at the time screaming made you evil. I know how he felt.
l Posted by Stuy Parker at 10:59 PM.
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thursday
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Anyone who can't list a favorite board game off the top of their head lives a sad shallow life. I had no idea what "fun" was until I sat down and played a game even as banal and pointless as Chutes and Ladders. And, even if you can't pull yourself away from a video game, old school versions of Family Feud for NES, (Playable on Dreamcast along with 760+ other games for the low low price of $20, call for details) is still better than nothing. Scrabble will always be a board game favorite if you're in the mood. Oh, and being able to spell helps, too.
Being a cheat and spelling "QATS" just to piss people off is a really nifty hook for all of us bastards who think Scrabble doesn't have a mean competitive edge. List two letter words,... Now! AE, AA, EA... rrr, or something. AT, IT, PI,... Yeah, I rock.
l Posted by Stuy Parker at 7:52 PM.
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wednesday
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l Posted by Stuy Parker at 8:50 PM.
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