Sup fugazors? I know it’s been a long time since I last wrapped at ya, but it’s been a crazy holiday. After accepting a new job, handing in my two weeks notice, and then spending some time down at my rents’ house for christmas, there’s been a lot of celebrating going on and my liver has taken a beating. On Christmas Eve I actually thought I was going to die because I was so hungover, but a few shots of Pepto and a nap or two later and I was completely cured. BEST HANGOVER CURE EVER. That is how I saved Christmas!
I got back to my apartment two days ago and been meaning to post on fugaze (my parents don’t have an internet connection) but when I went to go turn on my iMac it was DEAD. It wasn’t even getting any power. So after a few days of rage and fucking around with it I found a way to get it to work (plug it in, unplug it, then turn on the power. Who knew??) I also managed to lose my cell phone twice over the break, so if I didn’t return anyone’s calls my apologies.
So now that everything is settling down we’ll finally have some time to give out those fugaze of the year awards. Stay tuned! (this time I’m not fucking around).
Oh, one last thing. Over the holidays the fugaze office got a new mascot. He’s a baby black cat named Felice (pronounced “Feleech-eh”) - that’s WOP for Felix. He’s a total dude cat too - watches tv and shit with you. I’ll post some pictures of him doing dude shit soon (Kristi won’t let me put a dart in his mouth though).
Merry Christmas. Happy New Year. Happy Chanuka. Kwazy Kwanza. The Shitter’s Full.