Existential emergency

Shit, guys. I just discovered the weirdest thing. I'm at a complete loss for words (except for all the ones I'm about to say). Seriously, anything I've ever thought was weird and uncomfortable before? Completely fucking forgettable compared to this.

I have an imposter.

You read that right. Someone out there has been pretending to be me on the internet, and has been UPDATING A FAKE BLOG FROM MY PERSPECTIVE FOR AN ENTIRE MONTH.

What the-- what am I supposed to do?! I can't even think! This is insane. This is just...shit, it even has readers. The fucking thing has comments from my friends responding to my posts, but it's NOT FUCKING ME. Who does this? Who fucking knows this much about me?

I don't know whether to be flattered or freaked out. I guess I'm a little of both, I guess. No, a lot of both. I'm very flattered -- it's kind of like I'm famous or something, right? And I'm a whole fucking lot freaked out.

I'm not sure where to proceed from here. Do I ignore it? Do I keep updating my own blog in the hopes that my true friends will know I'm the real Gui? Do I just...stop? I still can't think. My blogosphere has been turned upside down. I need to go suck on a Ritter Sport and spit it out before I ingest too much sugar. Updates to follow.*

*Or are they? Who even knows anymore?!

Thanksgiving hiatus

Oh, last night ended up being kind of fun, I guess. We invited Eliza and Nathan and friends over and drank and played board games. I like being really belligerent about games until everyone else gives up and I win (see, the problem with Smash is that it's impossible to do that), so I'm in a good mood again. Happy Thanksgiving! See you after the break.

Day 3

UGH.

Nothing good is happening.

Day 2

People are going out again tonight. I give up. Falling asleep to LCD Soundsystem fucking blasting from my laptop is more entertaining than anything anyone else is doing.

The worst is all the lovely weather.

Day 1

It's already happening. I just found out I have to go to La Negrita tonight for what will definitely turn out to be a boring, unoriginal, and un-entertaining time. Drinking at bars with friends? That's all anyone could come up with? Fuck. Why do they even try?

This week is going to suck

Thanksgiving is on Thursday, which means everyone's going to be boring and stupid and waiting for Thanksgiving for the next three days. It's so lame. I guarantee you nothing fun will happen.

Okay, now I really need them to come back

Milo and I don't really know how to clean all this birthday aftermath up. We washed a pot to make Annie's Mac and Cheese today, but now it's dirty again, and so is everything else, and we're lost and confused and don't know what to do.

This looks exactly like it did 48 hours ago.