Something about how he's going to start using internet personal ads to find dates as he is all done sitting at home on Friday nights doing nothing. I then informed him that if he was sitting at home in San Diego doing nothing (instead of Washington DC) I would make him bring me chicken wings... which did not make him want to pick up and move to San Diego.
We also talked about my current life situation, you know the part where we're poor and have no money and are now being forced from San Diego, beloved country. I told him I (oddly enough) fancy myself a Mark Anthony (Marc Antony, Marcus Antonious)... the part where he has lost his bid at being important and is cast from Rome, disgraced and disgruntled. Octavian (speaking for the city) has sent him packing, suck it Antony, though you love this city, this city is done with you.
All that is left for me now is to move to Egypt, take up with Cleopatra, have a lot of sex and do a lot of drugs. Then of course, to declare war on San Diego.
Ed didn't like the part about how eventually I die in my cause to teach San Diego a lesson, but whatever... I am consumed by revenge. CONSUMED.
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