Mmmm Redheads...

Okay so a whole bunch of stuff has happened in the last few days that are blog-worthy...

...but I just read Becca's blog and I think I'm going to walk around shooting rainbows out of my orifices. Seriously. Made me feel really awesome. Karma IS a can of tuna, the story definitely wouldn't fail on Broadway, LUCK, and I know exactly what you mean by the Medusa reference...I hope.

Aww now I'm all smiley.

I've also had this hardcore Slipknot craving, so I put on grooveshark and away I went. Maybe it's just a Corey Taylor craving cause I put on Stonesour too. Meh, regardless the music I'm listening to right now is a bazillion times better than the music you're listening to right now. Probably.

Umm so my roommates are crazy awesome. They wrote a story dedicated to me with guest appearances by everyone in the house. It was so awesome! it had all my favourite things in it; Star Wars, Star Trek, Lord of the Rings, and sideboob! (which was an awesome discussion we had the other night) I also like how they can't post it online cause it would make them seem like terrible, terrible people. They're not though.

Plus Kate gave me a fucking capo for my guitar last night! I don't know where these people came from, but I'm happy I live here. I also love all the secret by-play and plans that go around our house. Pretty much case I haven't been able to come up with any diabolical plans lately.

Almost though. But gah!

I have another "chicks are crazy!" story.

So I went to Karaoke night with Kate, Devin and some of their friends from residence. I planned on (and accomplished) getting wasted and actually going up and singing. Kate and Becca helped me butcher Hey Jude by the Beatles! Drunk fun! But yeah one of the friends was a cute redhead, and I was drunk. Of course I said something. Some friends are going out to a salsa night at a bar downtown and I invited cute redhead. I can't dance if I don't have a partner, duh! So after getting a firm "maybe" she asks for my phone and tells me to give her a call, and even if she doesn't come out to salsa I should giver a call sometime.

JACKPOT!

Alas some things really are too good to be true. She was definitely sexting her boyfriend all night at karaoke.

Strike 1.

Apparently having a boyfriend wouldn't stop her from messing around with me. I was very very sorely tempted but I'm just not that kind of guy. I've tried. I just don't have it in me.

Strike 2.

She also made a pass at a guy while we were outside the bar at the end of the night.

Strike 3, yer out.



But one good thing did come out of this. I've been struggling with whether I preffered blondes or redheads. It's been back and forth for a while, but I can confidently say that I definitly prefer redheads. Just not ones where you have to worry about STIs.

That's me. Dealing with the important issues! My mouth tastes like nasty grape smoke.