From Star Trek (2009). If she gave me you gonorrhea, would the discharge still be green?
My Crackaz and my Bitchez:
I think "Gallucci-rigged" should be in some sort of dictionary. Webster's, Urban, I don't care. It should just be there to describe succintly the performance of some necessarily unorthodox means to fix a problem. The kind of fix where you look at it and say: "damn, that worked?" Followed by "damn, that worked."
Trying to fight my recent urges to overeat. I ordered a low carb bento from a place today. I mean, they call it "low carb" and then cover it in teriyaki sauce. Whatever. I'm also trying not to drink Diet Pepsi (my fucking life force) or coffee (I want to fucking beat my head into a wall right now) in an effort to decaffeinate myself and make myself a little less high strung. I'm also not hitting the booze for a bit. I'm all about self improvement. Oh, and using condoms.
Knowing me, after a few days of the above described abstinence, come Wednesday or so I'll be having uprotected sex with a stripper while drinking a spanish coffee and injecting corn syrup into a vein. Because while some people fall off their wagons, I run mine off a fucking cliff.
I loved the most recent Star Trek movie. Totally kicked ass. Superman II: The Richard Donner Cut is coming to my mail box via Netflix tomorrow. Should be pretty dope.
goochout.
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