all in the game, yo.

Last night I had a dream that I was going after a known drug dealer. Me and the rest of the detail posted up outside the dude's house in the projects, waited for him to show himself.

On the count of three we busted in through the doors. "Hands up! Hands up!" People were running around and screaming, and I forgot what we were supposed to be doing there. I just started throwing things around, looking under beds and tables for the perp. No dice.

Then I found him on the bedroom balcony. "He's in here!" I shouted, but he pulled a gun on me and I got scared and put my hands up. He walked slowly toward me, gun in hand the whole time, and I just cowered and cried in the corner. "Yeah, that's right!" he said. "Stay down!" He got away, and my backup never showed.

I am bad police.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen!

Facebook is getting kind of lame. Like, slow, or something. Stale. Maybe it is outdoing itself. Maybe it's advanced to its fullest possible potential, and then some.

Plus, I don't seem to be getting as many notifications, which i think may be affecting my self-esteem. (previous post = evidence?) I realize that this has probably has nothing to do with the application itself, but could be possibly contributing to my feelings of subtle disdain.

gloomies

"You need to get out!" Bryan says. "You are spending too much time in bed, and also indoors."

"I'm not letting you have a rest cure!" he says.

I tell him that I am homesick. That I am tired of being so poor. I hate being poor. He is understanding, and he says, "Well, you better keep busy. It's about to get real rainy."

Yeah, yeah. Just turn up the Weezy.

Grade A

Here is a picture of Lady Gaga wearing raw meat.

I Want To Burn Down Don Draper's House

I mean, his cavernous bachelor pad. Because he doesn't have a house.

Spoiler alert.

I get so mad when he is mean to Peggy. So mad! She is the talent around there. The lone shining star in a company full of slobbering baboons.

Tonight she spent her birthday dealing with two drunk old perverts. Then Don took her to the fucking Waffle House for dinner. She wasn't really all that upset about losing her man to her mother though. With good reason. That guy's a pussy.

Pegs does a much better job dealing with those pigs than I would. She is much better at playing their game. Like when she and this fucking guy had to work all night in the hotel room, and he told her she should feel bad about her body and she took her clothes off. I would have started throwing my fists at him in a blind rage. She did make fun of his teeny peen, though.

We got to see DD cry tonight, which was cool. I'm surprised he didn't short circuit. I did enjoy that little minute of tenderness at the end there, when he and Pegs shared a moment over the new Samsonite sketch. He'll be back to his old robot ways next week, no doubt.

Argh I hate him!