Really, you're not that important

You know what? Your e-mail isn't actually that important.

You're a conference secretary-general of a Model UN conference. Get over yourself.

Lateness

Waiting for that post right at 12:00 PM?

Sorry, it's a minute late.

Why?

Because quite frankly, I can't be bothered by your demands, you bitches.

Weekend, weekend, weekend!

No safety dance for you

One time I went out, there were some hot bitches who were getting down with their bad, white selves. It was pretty awesome because they were wearing the hottest dresses from Strawberry and Conway. Guys looking at them were thinking "DAAAAAAAAMMMMMMNNN, I gotta get in dat bitch."

These same guys were also finishing off their 10th beer, so anyone would really have a chance.

The night definitely got better when the hottest of the hunnies when out on the dance floor and proceeded to hop around and do a pseudo-funky chicken with a bit of "wave your hands in the air".

Naturally, being the kind-hearted and non-judgmental person that I am, I proceeded to mock the chick. And make slightly witty remarks to the people I was with. (Only slightly because they were on their 8th beer.)

Later on the evening, it turns out that the hottest hunny was impressed with my dancing skills.

*sigh*

Why, yes, it's okay for you to meow at 4AM

My apartment doesn't have mice. I think it's due to the large stray cat population. That's something positive.

The extreme downside is that there will be cats screaming in the night.

One of these days, I'll punch one. Or I'll find some string and make them chase it onto the subway track. Yeah, that sounds like the best idea.

Note to my one reader: I know you look at my blog solely for my pictures. I'm sorry this cat kinda sucks.

Additional note to my one reader: Okay, you look at my blog for the pictures and you're always curious if I'm going to write about you. I probably won't...yet...just you watch yourself

Khaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan

hmm...my drawing kinda looks like a bird.

Anyways, I think I could take on Khan.

He does have bigger boobs than me...his breast would absorb the shock.

There's only so much of not working I can take!

Last Thursday, our servers was affected by some crazy virus. I was one of the very few people who managed to get internet access for five minutes. (So naturally, I wasted those five minutes by jumping on facebook and twitter. I have priorities.)

Friday, we ended up having computer access, but it was sluggish.

Monday, the servers were ridiculously slow, my inbox was receiving spam ever three minutes, and twitter was still blocked.

Tuesday, I'm probably going to punch the server right in the nuts.

Hey, did you get some sun this weekend?

"Hey, did you get some sun this weekend? Your face looks burnt."

"Yes. Yes, I did get some sun this weekend."

"Oh man, it looks bad! Why didn't you put on any sunscreen?"

"I did. I still got burnt."

"You're going to get skin cancer if you keep doing that."

"You're going to get punched in the face, you self-righteous bitch."

Happy Monday, everyone!

On a related note, Long Beach, NY is pretty nice. While I'm still not necessarily a fan of the $10 fee to get onto the sand, I definitely loved doing absolutely nothing in the sun.