I Fuck Myself Sideways.

FUCK!

I have a literature review due tomorrow, and you know what I have been doing lately? Reading Eragon and, subsequently, Eldest until the wee hours of the morning between work shiftfs.

Ya – I took on a full time job in my last 4 months of grad school.

Word of advice – Don’t fucking do that.

Okay, that was like 4 words of advice.

And one was a contraction.

So it could have been considered 2 words, thus making it 5 words of advice.

But it wasn’t damnit. It was a contraction.

You know what? Fuck you. Stop counting my words, jerk.

I have also been putting more QT into blogging, obviously.

So, I am going to be up stupid late (early?) tonight (tomorrow morning) getting this shit written when I could have done it over the course of the last two weeks.

And the worst part? Eragon and Eldest both rock.

So it follows that I actually like fucking myself sideways.

FUCK!

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The symmetry of the opening and closing of this entry was inspired by Citizen Kane, a movie far classier than this blog.

Make Mine The Iron Stomach

What do you think of a good name of a guy whose superpowers include the ability to battle a mean hang over?

Hair-of-the-Dog Man!

The Iron Stomach (can also withstand being hit in the stomach with nearly anything, and spicey food)

The Advilizer!

Major Motrin

Tylenolesaurus Rex (powers also include transmutation into a T-Rex)

Gravolinater

Basic Reflux (also can hypnotize onlookers through the power of break dancing – a seemingly unrelated paranormal ability)