Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Of all the things I wanted to wake up to...

... Elaine in hysterics is not one of them.

Hey. I guess it's been a little while. Festivities and whatnot and oh, yeah I guess the above is pretty important, too.

So, Gargoyle made a post.

Normally this doesn't bother me. That's all fine and good. My opinion on the matter I'll leave out because, frankly, I've got enough enemies and I don't really want to make any more.

But clearly, this bothered Elaine.

If anything, Gargoyle, I'll give you this: relax, I know what I'm doing. 

I guess I can't really blame him. When you say she's got a few skeletons in her closet... oh, baby, you don't know the half of it. But judging by her spectacular little reaction to Ben's transcript - which, I should mention, doesn't include anything that we haven't already heard about her - I'm not about to go putting it out there for the world to see.


Spoiler: she doesn't have the drinking under control. Locking herself in her room every night and reeking of alcohol every morning is far from 'under control.'

But it's not my place to judge.

So I'll go back to filling the farmboy's role while he and his family (fuck, man, so glad to hear you all got out of there alive. That's insane.) recover. I'm no St. Claire but hey, I guess I'll do?

It's either me or the alcohol. Sometimes me and the alcohol.

It's not a problem if you get drunk together, right?


  1. Yes Mr. Broodmoar, I'm certain that repeated abuse of a toxin and opiates is the proper course of action.


  2. Well I certainly hope you know what you're doing... I'd hate to have to type up another long string of vulgarities because I found you doing something utterly stupid.

    But you seem to be the one with their head most firmly attached to their shoulders, so I'll trust your judgement for now. Don't make me regret it. This is one of those few instances where I'd prefer to be wrong about something.

  3. Don't let it get to you Elaine, it's just a post. Besides, we're all playing for the same team, right?