Mama-jama: "When you're using their internet, be sure not to go anyplace... that would... be problems for them."
Me-san: "Thank you for the insult to my self-restrait but I will be able to control my insatiable adolescent lust for porn."
M: "I didn't mean that..."
Me: "(facial expression)"
M: "Gamefags? It says so right in the address bar!"
Me: "GAME F-A-QS! As in frequently asked questions!"
M: "Oh."
Me: "I HAVE TO CALL EVERYONE I KNOW!"

The owner of the house I'm sitting felt a need to remind me as well. I suppose I should be grateful, at least this means I've hid it well for the past 5 years. Still... come on, there's no need to remind me. Besides, this house is so wholesome I think I'll refrain from calling Big D a "bitch" over the phone. I feel dirty just wanting to bone the eye candy relative they have a picture of above the TV. (The lookers are always either Christian or boring.)

So I had the grandest of epiphanies tonight. All I need to be happy is not to worry about money. I can take care of the rest. Shit, bitch. Who'd figgure it'd be this simple? Poetic justice.

So I'm listening to the Aida soundtrack (the musical, not the opera) which is very fitting because recently my life has been nothing but blood, death, stress and tears. I don't want to feel hopeful like it wants me to.