The girlfriend thought she might have been misrepresented by the schedule I posted yesterday. She is rather insistent that she would not ‘punch bigfoot in his fucking face,’ but rather befriend him and go on adventures. She believes I should know this, and strangely enough I do. In the interest of full disclosure, I feel I should post my own organizer, so that the dichotomy of our selves might be more fully represented.
This was also a busy day for me. As you can plainly see, I had to deal with a plethora of issues, such as the world’s most hardass chicken, a Victorian gentleman spider-bot, some angry utensils, and an Abraham Lincoln dancefight. I live mostly in my head. I’m sorry, it’s just substantially more awesome in there.
If you’ll excuse me, I have to go rocket jump a skateboard over what appears to be some sort of giant sword and a fat Lego wrestler (?)