i may be drunk, krogan, but you're ugly. and tomorrow i'll be sober.

in other news, i do NOT like wednesdays. i ordered some new bras online that were supposed to get here yesterday but apparently they are stuck in louisiana or illinois or something and might not get here until tomorrow? stupid.
a t-shirt i ordered last friday (or thursday?) DID get here yesterday, though. i heart it. with many much hearting.

http://www.headlineshirts.net/wake-me-when-it-s-time-to-rock.html

isn't it cute? so cute. you wish you could be that cute. and cool. and condescending. i know i did. that's why i bought the damn thing. 

also, in lieu of saving the collective asses of the entire galaxy, twice, while i was embedded in the throes of a violent and insidious headcold, i am in surprisingly high spirits, given all that has not transpired in my life to lead to such an erroneous conclusion. everyone in the world should play mass effect. the world would be a better place. and not just because more guys would want to look like commander shepard. drool.

reality continues to ruin my life, so virtual reality has picked up the slack and my failed sense of actual accomplishment has led me down the path of faulty logic toward a completely foundationless sense of virtual accomplishment, which, while neither irrefutable or rational, leaves me with an actual warm glowy feeling that is better than turning to alcohol, or ben & jerry's (although i do have a pint or two of haägen dazs sorbet in my freezer, but that's not really ice cream, so it's neither here nor there what i do with said pints) or worse, world of warcraft. which thankfully i have not become re-addicted to, but i do admit to dabbling in on an occasional weeknight in a purely social context. i'm not addicted to video games. and, as the great calvin once said: "it's not denial,  i'm just very selective about the reality i accept." which is exactly where i was going with this rambly paragraph in the first place.

no, actually, i have been really good at keeping my new year's resolution of seriously doing things with REAL, ALIVE, TANGIBLE people on the weekends, barring of course this past weekend because i was bedridden and desperately diseased with what can only logically be diagnosed as an otorhinolaryngolocial form of ebola. which i only got because the previous weekend i was hanging out with real, alive, tangible people who gave the disease to me in the first place. 

this is why people become hermits. because it's safer for the entire galaxy as we know it to be fraught with peril by a giant million year-old race of sentient genocidal machines lurking in the dark space beyond the edge of the milky way hell-bent on harvesting the technological fruits of all organic life every 50,000 years, than it is to play with your best friend's baby girl for 6 hours because you don't want to be home while your teenage sister is hosting a pre-dance party slash dinner for her entire group of friends. and their dates.