fil just texted me a list of things i could do today: laundry, the sheets, recycling, take the garbage down. i am purposely not responding to that text. these were all the things i was going to do anyway but now my ego is angry so i will do them later, maybe after i am done writing five posts about how much fil sucks.

he was totally wasted on saturday nite. we saw that chick at the drake, the discovery channel daily planet aussie. i yelled out at her I LOVE YOUR SHOW and then i thought she thought she was better than me and i wanted to leave cos i don’t like people thinking i am not cool but luckily we stayed on and got plastered some more and shit-talked everyone around us.

fil was like do you even know the name of her show? and i was all yeah it’s like planet discovery something.

martin showed up and flirted with a girl who’s tiny italian cigar-smoking bf materialized out of nowhere and we got it in our heads that we were gonna hve to fight him so fil put a bic lighter in his fist in case he had to do some punching. ok tough guy. then we went to meet samir and kept bragging about how much we were getting along for once (me and fil).

then we came home finished off some wine and microwaved everything in the freezer and ate it. fil gave me a drunken speech about how i poured myself more wine than him. haha.

the next morning he gave me another speech about how i double-fed cid in his underwear in the bedroom doorway and even like cleared his throat for effect and said he is master of all things cid or something and i shot out of bed and said YOU ARE ACTUALLY GIVING ME A PREPARED SPEECH IN YOUR UNDERWEAR.