I find this so hilarious I insisted on showing this to other people.
As many organizations that I’ve seen, or touched, or immersed myself in, you’d think I’m cognizant in gay rights, in what to watch (and what not to watch), and I have washed myself of the brand of humor that can only be described as stupid.
Last night around midnight we watched Queerduck. Twice. I had a f-in’ blast. Hey, I might be out there, could be considered an activist, may not smoke weed, and you might not see me drink (as much), I had the best time watching the episodes. Call it a guilty pleasure.
Most of today was spent sleeping and eating. I find it very important to eat as much Arby’s roast beef as possible (with lots of horsey sauce) and to devour food at Mary Mac’s make life as nice as possible.
But between all of these great times lay some of the most depressing and stressful times that I’ve been having.
While I was at Arby’s ordering five roast beef sandwiches and curly fries, the thought occurred to me that maybe I should be calling people to try to get some paychecks into the house, and maybe get some household things in order. If I don’t, you’ll see me at one of the windows giving food to people through the drive-thru instead of taking it home.
While I was at Mary Mac’s ordering food in front of my fiancee and engulfing fried chicken, potato cakes and washing it down with good ole root beer, the scary thought of perhaps not being able to pledge commitments in front of a close audience vowing my love and respect for my partner may mean going towards a place where I have to realize that these commitments never happened before, and therefore may never happen.
Good, bad, or ugly?
Due to issues developing themselves at this time, I can make sure Mama et al gets to go to vacation around the 4th, but I won’t be one of the lucky ones. This time, I will get to stay around the house. Happy? No, not really. I would have loved to have seen DDP and MDM up in Chi-town, but that’s not going to happen either.
Worse things have happened.
Haven’t they?
Hello, strawberry shortcake and Queerduck. Goodnight, all.

1 comment on “queerducks

  1. I’m with you… Is my intense fear of public speaking supposed to fall to the wayside when it comes time to say “I do”?
    Well, I don’t think so. I’m already getting hives about being one of the best men.
    *heebee jeebees*

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