I kid, I kid. I don't know what the hell I would do if I was to experience something like that. Hell, I don't even know if its possible to even HAVE earthquakes down here. When you start shaking up a bunch of swamp mud, I bet it kinda looks like a fat girl's belly when you poke it with a stick. It'd take a whole lot of pokin' to disturb that cookie that's resting on her shoulder. Anyway, I have to go to a friggin' wedding tomorrow outside of Baton Rouge for some random cousin who I see maybe once a year at Christmas time. To make this even better, its for a cousin on my mom's side of the family, who are all a bunch of fucking trash that I can't fucking stand, and I hope every one of them gets hit in the face by an giant airborne Nascar... car... after a huge wreck. So yeah... Should be a blast. Oh well, lets all put on our best Jordan Jefferson hats and curbstomp the fuck out of this weekend. Woo!
This may very well be a three or four day weekend for me. If things shake out the way George Stephanopolous seems to think they will, my office will be unreachable by anything but Cajun fanboat come Monday morning. Silly hurricane.
Bags are packed, car is loaded, quick stop at the farmer's market and the liquor store on our way out of town, then it's a blissful week at the cottage. Guess there's nothing left to say but... NSFW NSFW Peace out, fuckers!
I feel like a lot of people in the Northeast want to pretend they felt the earthquake. I didn't feel shit. So I've been unknowingly stealing iced coffee from the cafeteria at work for over a month. Why unknowingly? Because all fountain beverages and coffee is free before 8:30 AM, so naturally I assumed the iced coffee was too. But I guess they make you pay that $1.25 for the fancy plastic cup. Well, this morning the hag that runs the register settled my hash and told me I have to pay for it from now on. From now on??? How long have they known I've been taking it? Why has no one stopped me until today? Surely they see me take the cup, and add my coffee and fixings. Whatever, its not my responsibility is it? They better not be expecting a back payment, otherwise they can have a cup of iced GoFuckThemselves. I sure as hell can't wait for that bitch to be shooting me the incredulous stink eye when lunch rolls around...
I'm attending a wedding tomorrow and I honestly couldn't be less into it. The bride is one of those women you see on TV or in movies who's had this shit planned since she was about 6 years old. She went over the top with absolutely everything. Hell... My wife's in the wedding party for the sole purpose of walking the bride's fucking Yorkie down the aisle. This is going to be ridiculous on every conceivable level. However... The groom's father is a 4-time Stanley Cup winner and ended up inviting an extra hundred people or so. I'm mildly interested to see who'll be there. TSN's Bob McKenzie will supposedly be in attendance, but that's the only name I've heard.
As of 15 minutes ago, the ex I live with hopped in a cab and is gone until Tuesday. Hmmm, what to do? Oh, I know! Party naked! Woot! Woot! I'm picking up the Irish boy after work, who I haven't had to myself since 2 years ago (now it's all by text and an occasional stolen kiss) and plan on absolutely ruining him. It's been sheer lust since I laid eyes on him 2 1/2 years ago and that hasn't abated at all. We are so eagerly anticipating these days that he had to give me a preview in my truck, in a back alley behind my work last night (cause I'm classy that way). OH. MY. SWEET. LORD. Such a shame that I'm working every day, although I suppose we'd kill each other if I didn't have somewhere else to go. Death by sexing - not too shabby of a way to go though. So what I'm saying is...I think I win the weekend. Have fun everyone!
This week has been an anomaly for the Northeast. First, we have an earthquake that by all measures was minor but everyone freaked the fuck out about anyway. Now, we have a hurricane headed for us and people have just gone completely insane. Wal-Mart is out of bread, milk and batteries. Milk. What fucking value does 2 gallons of milk hold in the event of an extended loss of electricity? Combine this with the huge amounts of snow we had this winter and the tornadoes in June, one might begin to think that mother nature is fucking with us. Playing "just the tip".
I was looking for this thread last night in vain! Got drunk at home & needed to be entertained! Alas... Tonight I will be working til 10, then the wife and I will be going to the new casino to watch my uncle's band play, and drink on the house for a while. It's not quite Vegas, but I'll take free alcohol while gambiling anytime.
Ive got a question for the Canadians- What is cottage? Is it a proper noun, a specific place maybe? I have to assume that it would be like me renting a cabin on a lake. But then I wouldn't say "Going to cabin". I think i would at least say "Going to the/a cabin". I get confused because every time I see it referenced on this board, it is referenced like a proper noun, "Going to cottage this weekend". Is it a generic term for vacation?
I feel like there's a subtle "eh" in there that just isn't being transcribed. Like, "We're going to [eh] cottage this weekend." Just a guess.
I have insomnia. I thought the massive doses of Ambien prescribed had done the trick. The last three nights have found my wide awake at 4 a.m., unsure of what to do with myself. Masturbating is getting boring, never thought I'd say that. New plan- get up and start writing. It's the only time I really have, anyway.... I haven't had morealcohol than a single beer in nearly a month. Should I join you fuckers tonight? Hmm..
Odd, out of all the things Angel Underscore wrote, we're discussing "cottage?" I would rather see someone expand her argument that had nsfw tags . . .
It all boils down to geography. Here in Minnesota nobody has a cottage - we all have a 'cabin'. This cabin could be a palatial estate, but if it isn't your primary residence it's still a cabin. If you hop the border over to Wisconson or even further to the Upper Peninsula, the exact same building for the exact same purpose would miraculously become a 'cottage'. In other news, I'm heading north to my families cabin this weekend (it's actually a cabin - no toilets, just an outhouse). I really hope the Outer Banks doesn't get blasted too hard; I was really hoping on getting a shorefront house with some friends for a week next summer - maybe in Avon or Ocracoke (I've already done Hatteras and Kill Devil Hills).
You are missing the point of my post. They leave the pronoun out which makes me question what in the fuck it is even more. Your cabin in Wisconsin doesn't become a cottage. It "becomes cottage".
I am retarded. and I should not be questioning anything anyone types. Thanks. I will retreat into hiding now.