Half-Life 2

Worst ending ever. Fucking game was a bore. Somehow I ended up taking this damn long to finish the thing, only to be utterly disspointed in the end. Fucking waste. At least the pint of extra stout is still in the fridge... mmm....

I'm beginning to wonder more and more why it is that we choose to illegalize the things we do. Is a band of lethargic pot-heads really something we need to be afraid of? I think not. Hippies man. Either way, the countdown to the ol' birthday begins. Gonna get some good eats on sunday and hopefully find a way to get kicked out of mulligans on wednesday. Hehe... good times... good times.

Oh... yeah... one other thing. That movie... Hotel Rwanda.... never made it. Somehow that got left off here, and I know alown would think I was starting to man up if I didn't bitch about it here (and we can't have that happening). Thing is, I don't even know wtf is up with what happened. I'm not saying it's necessarily a bad thing (we did have some major fun here that night, even if it did leave TMFJW crying on the couch all night). Set me up for a few new hairs on the ol' chest. Wish I knew what happened, but it's like Phoebe says, "Treat a princess like a whore and a whore like a princess." I don't know how that applies, but she said it and she's cooler than me, so it must be good shit.