Ex-Tabula Rasa

I’m drinking my way through the entire beer list of this place. I just ate duck hearts. This is a good night. I am drunk. GPOYW.

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Thanks to everyone for their advice on what to get Mrs Fuiru for her birthday. In the end I went for the 50mm 1.8 lens, which hopefully will allow her to take nice food pictures.

Now, if only I could think of something that I want for my own birthday, I’ll be set.

Just hangin’ on the floor, wearing Hawaiian shirts and poking each other in the face.

GPOYW from yesterday when Tumblr was down.

Yesterday I wore a tie to work for the first time. I did it for several reasons.

The first was because I seem to have developed a new sartorial outlook on life and have new appreciation for a smarter appearance.

The second was that I have a number of nice ties which I never wear, and this seems like a waste.

The third, and most prevalent, was that I currently have a desire to fuck with people, especially my boss.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you in a tie before,” he told me.

“Not true,” I said, “I wore one to my interview with you.”

“Why are you wearing a tie,” other coworkers asked me.

“Definitely not because I have a job interview elsewhere,” I replied.

Next week I’m coming to work in a suit and spending my lunch hour at the library. Then I’m going to ask for a raise.

I need a haircut.

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GPOYW - Stalker’s Eye View edition

This is the face of someone who has realised just how many institutions still have his old address on their files, and where the fuck is my Social Insurance Number when I need it.

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