Joe, a loyal disciple

Last night I drank a fucking ton and a half of vodka, about a third of the handle I had all to myself, shit was good. I bought a couple of mixers to go with it, one is green apple, and the other was blue raspberry, shit went down like candy.

Carolyn, Bonnie, and Matt all had a power hour and it was reffed by Jory, Diane needs to date Brandon and not Mark, Lindsay needs to feel better, and Libby is very very very good at randomly disappearing.

Anyways, I try to ride the train home, but I end up feeling uber sick and like I’m going to puke my fucking brains out, so I get off the green line after only one stop, (Harvard ave. > Packard’s Corner), and I decide I’ll start walking till I feel better.

Only problem, I wasn’t feeling better at all, so I ended up walking from Allston all the way to Park St. to catch the red line. So now I’m home, and feeling a bit better, but last night was good, so in the end it was worth it

There was a town where everything was forbidden
Now, since the only thing that wasn’t forbidden was the game tip-cat, the town’s subjects used to assemble on meadows behind the town and spend the day there playing tip-cat.
And as the laws forbidding things had been introduced one at a time and always with good reason, no one found any cause for complaint or had any trouble getting used to them.
Years passed. One day the constables saw that there was no longer any reason why everything should be forbidden and they sent messengers to inform their subjects that they could do whatever they wanted.
The messengers went to those places where the subjects were wont to assemble.
‘Hear ye, hear ye,’ they announced, ‘nothing is forbidden anymore.’
The people went on playing tip-cat.
‘Understand?’ the messengers insisted. ‘You are free to do what you want.’
‘Good,’ replied the subjects. ‘We’re playing tip-cat.’
The messengers busily reminded them of the many wonderful and useful occupations they had once engaged in and could now engage in once again. But the subjects wouldn’t listen and just went on playing, stroke after stroke, without even stopping for a breather.
Seeing that their efforts were in vain, the messengers went to tell the constables.
‘Easy,’ the constables said. ‘Let’s forbid the game of tip-cat.’
That was when the people rebelled and killed the lot of them.
Then without wasting time, they got back to playing tip-cat.

So Fred “accidentally” switched the directories on the website, temporarily shutting me down for a time.

Ashley and I got to hang out again in Maine, I miss that girl tons. Hopefully I’ll be able to see her again soon, but until then I’m just gonna chill out here and get all my school work done.

Keep it real homes, I’ll be back here soon enough.

For those of you that read yesterday’s post, (the one just below this), I apologize for the time warp back to 1982 and for the rude language. Again, I apologize and hope today’s post will make amends for yesterday’s.

So as you all may know, Fred’s being a stuck up pile of fuck about his super badass new computer. He’s more talkative and annoying then a 12 year old school girl that just learned about cocks in science class.

OH MAI GAWD GUIZE!!! MAI COMPUTER IS TEH SEXXORZ
I CAN HAS PROCESSOR POWERZ MAX AND PLAY VEEDIOO GEEMES.
MY COMPUTERZ IZ TUFF AND DOESN’T AFRAID OF ANYTHING.

Shut the fuck up.

You’re computer is about as tough as the Hoover Dam and can only do everything that I wish it to do to please me erotically. Your processor can only compute pi in .005 nano seconds and you have less RAM then the entire CIA.

I really wish I could see you right now and punch your teeth in and give your girlfriend a Daisy Doo Snow-Cone.

Seriously.

Fuck off.

Joe Renken Publications
Copyright 2009

So as you all may know, Fred’s being a stuck up pile of fuck about his super badass new computer. He’s more talkative and annoying then a 12 year old school girl that just learned about cocks in science class.

OH MAI GAWD GUIZE!!! MAI COMPUTER IS TEH SEXXORZ
I CAN HAS PROCESSOR POWERZ MAX AND PLAY VEEDIOO GEEMES.
MY COMPUTERZ IZ TUFF AND DOESN’T AFRAID OF ANYTHING.

Shut the fuck up.

You’re computer is about as tough as a wet paper bag and can only print out spread sheets designed for me to use as fucking toilet paper you fuck. Your processor can only handle one application, and you have less RAM then a homeless farmer.

I really wish I could see you right now and punch your teeth in and give your girlfriend a Falcon Punch abortion.

Seriously.

Fuck off.

Joe Renken Publications
Copyright 1982

I didn’t sleep well last night.
Dinner party was good, the chili was incredible
But I didn’t really get to sleep.
I kept waking up, had a lot on my mind,
and ended up missing class today.
Whatever, I have all my work caught up on
and I’ll be back in class Friday,
but for now, I’m going to shower and
go to bed. Goodnight.

Today I took Emily down to Chatham again to see her grandmother. She’s not doing well at all and we couldn’t stay for that long because her grandmother’s incredibly sick and it’s all to much for Emily to take it. They’re tight, like two peas in a pod.

Other than that Fred Matt and I nerded it up last night and played some magic. Fred’s getting a new apartment in Quincy, and Fred’s too efficient to poop.