Sunday was my birthday (and the birthday of our very own Rich Fucking sanders, but more on that later) so i ended up going out Saturday night with a bunch of friends. Don't feel bad if you weren't invited, it wasn't really planned it just sorta happened. Ended up going to Buffalo Wild Wings with Mike D, Ryan & Raychel (the ones that got married on my birthday last year), Alice (Gage), and my little sister.
All in all we had a great fucking time which we continued to do after we closed the place down and came back to my place. So far I've managed to avoid my nieghbors (the ones that make up shit to complain about when there's nothing to complain about) who surely can't wait to tell me all about Ryan pissing off the front porch at 5 AM. Of course when they tell it he'll have been yelling beligerantly at them and throwing feeces while snorting coke.
I'll be sure to post about it.
The next day Mike D took me to my favorite Mexican place (the one with the REAL Mexicans) before he had to leave for home and then I ended up at my brother's place where I had (surprisingly) another really good time. As much as I bitch about my sister in law when we do get along we get along pretty well.
She even made a Hitler joke. Suck on that Mel Gibson.
Anyhow, I managed to turn 32 without anything falling off, so that gives me some tiny sense of achievement I suppose. Apart from that I've just been trying to find a job and/or some new roommates and working on a bunch of new art for a new project Ryan and I are working on. Speaking of which, my latest comic strip is finished and if it's not up by the time you read this then it will be soon.
So I'm going to go clean some more of the house so that I can attempt to sucker someone into thinking this pit is liveable. In the meantime, in honor of his birthday, I leave you with the finest picture of Rich Fucking Sanders that was ever taken.
Oh, and Happy Anniversary Ryan & Raychel.