1. It was my 31st birthday.
2. I fucking finished Mason and Dixon. And this is what I have to say:
a) Fuck that book. Fuck it in its A S S.
b) Fuck Thomas Pynchon for writing that book.
c) And finally, and definitely not least importantly, fuck BJ Gailey for recommending that book. Fuck him with a big fat cock. Or at least 2 medium-sized cocks. (Together, not one at a time).
Had a good, low-key birthday. Worked in the morning, went to the gym, went to dinner at a place in Little Italy [where, when the waiter came to take our plates, a cockroach scurried out from either on or underneath my plate. Woo-Hoo!], and then watched an episode of The Tudors while lounging in bed. The Tudors is still bad and nowhere near as good as Rome but damned if we aren't a little bit sucked in.
Spent a good portion of the day working on music and the rest of it on the phone with Verizon trying to fix our internet connection after it mysteriously stopped working. Every time they kept trying to transfer me to someone else, so I eventually hung up and somehow got the thing working myself. Or rather, it started working despite my efforts to screw it up even further.
Thanks for all the Facebook birthday wishes! Sorry for all the bad language!
5 comments:
happy boithday, young daniel! (from yesterday- i was moving and therefore w/o the internets). expect an angry phone call from me re: my double ass-fucking.
-bj
well, i warned you about that book.
Fuck that clown.
And the beej. He spins nothing but webs of evil lies.
Seriously. I told you so. I tried to sell that piece of shit book in our garage sale and no one bought it so I gave it to the goodwill. Out of my life. Forever.
js
Again I say, you are an adult now, you don't have to read books you don't like. I beg you, in the future, if you aren't enjoying a book, put it down, man!!!
Happy Belated Birthday. Maybe in the future you should watch bad movies instead of reading bad books. At least its less time consuming and gives you more time to drink and eat bacon.
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