April 20th, 2010

My wonderful Meg kitty.

Last night

I was made the Mayan God of the Underworld for having played a game of beach volleyball with my ex-girlfriends.

It wasn't a competition -- how I did in the game had nothing to do with it. Having played the game at all demonstrated some other quality that is apparently desirable in the job description.

It didn't really make sense to me right then, but it seemed like something I'd understand a little while into it.

I guess I'll let you guys know how it goes.