Drunken Shenanigans

Amber – one of my roommates – had a great idea of streaming a webcam of our livingroom. It’s been up since Tuesday, all of five days and we’ve already had 4954 hits. Shall we say that this is an invasion of privacy or an exercise in not giving a fuck/voyeurism?

We were all far too drunk last night and all I really remember was yelling alot at the camera and using the camera to yell at other people. I’m fairly certain that there were some incredibly offended persons who tuned in last night. But that’s kinda of what we’re aiming for.

Anyways, check us out if you’re bored or what to see somebody call someone else a fag at the top of their lungs. [Never claimed we were mature.] – http://saucysaucysaucy.camstreams.com/

P.S. I had abso-fucking-lutely nothing to do with choosing that url.

Today’s Edition of Last Month

About a month ago I received this e-mail;

Dear Daniel,

As you have done our personality test, we would like to get your input on some names for self-improvement courses. Please click here to take the survey.

Thank you very much for your support and participation. Your input is very valuable to us.

Sincerely,
Scientology Survey Network

If the above link does not work, you can also access the survey by going to: http://survey.scientology.net?sid=465&uid=b39a67b3b95400b3ec91af53621b10f5

© 2005 Church of Scientology International. All Rights Reserved. Trademark Information.

This email was sent to you by Church of Scientology International at 6331 Hollywood Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90028.
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I replied:

Dear Assholes, stop e-mailing me.

Thankfully, they have stopped, as this was the last in about a dozen I received after I “unsubscribed” from their mailing list. FYI; doing a Scientology E-Meter survey ‘cos you’re bored is never a good call. First of all, you have to pay to find out how you did and second of all, the fuckers don’t let up with the e-mails.

Fucked

There’s twelve bucks in my bank account and my next paycheque ain’t coming until next Friday. And that fucker is going to be all of twenty bucks due to me missing a lot of work recently. I’m turning twenty-two in ten days. This really wasn’t where I pictured myself at when I was younger. I mean, yeah, I always figured I’d be broke, but I always thought I’d have something to show for it. Some sort of credibility, at least a manuscript of a rejected book shopped around.

No dice.

I am not where I want to be.

But, at least the new Matt Good single is awesome.