The Passion of Tom Tostanoski according to Luffy D. Monkey

Title is in honor of this past Sunday. Speaking of the God stuff, there's someone close to someone close to me who could use some prayers. Just tell the big Guy that Tom sent you. He'll know how to handle it. He is the big Guy, after all.So, I had me a killer weekend, as we say in the business. I guess we'll do this chronologically. That's always a good way to go.Friday comes around, and it's time to acquire a tuxedo. Yes, the penguin suit. Yes, Tom - rented - a - tuxedo. Everyone got that? Okay. You'll see what it was for later. My usual cutoff shorts and ratty tee-shirt wouldn't have done there.Spend some quality time with a buddy. She and I took Westfield Shoppingtown by storm. Haven't done the "mall thing" in a while. Neither of us had. It was a blast though, considering how crappy our mall is here.Went right from the Platonic Bondo into Totally 80's, a stellar program put on by some tubular folks in the raddest organization on campus. Yours truly (AKA DJ Legwarmers)provided the soundtrack to a kicking party. Yes, this was the kickingist party you could have had without beer. We even had corn dogs, dude. How gnarly is that?Okay, enough of the nostalga kick for one night.After a sleep, it was time for four hours in the good old Apartments Office. Watched the True Hollywood Stories of Hollywood Squares and The Price is Right. Then, I watched Gary Coleman fail at two dates. Poor little bastard.Back to the apartment. I decided that before I cleaned myself up, I should probably clean my room. My little cave here is now immaculate. I did a bonza job in here.Then, shave, shower, and dressing in the tux for the first annual Housing and Residence Life Formal. I spent most of the evening surrounded by women (I shit you not, my friend!), thus helping me have a blast and half.If you're wondering how Tom had a good time at something like that, well, I dunno either. I have a good feeling that Satan needs a down coat and putting your life savings on the Chicago Cubs winning the World Series seems like a safe bet at this point.I dunno, usually here's Tom_______________________________________________ ____________ and here's all the ladies. Something along those lines. This was quite an anomaly. Maybe I'm really starting to make an impression.Maybe I should stop talking about myself in the third person so much.I did dance the night away (although two attempts at the ChaCha Slide was two too many) and then hung with the buds at Perkins (only place open late enough that didn't look rough (*cough*Waffle House*cough*)).So that was my weekend. Sunday isn't really worth mentioning. Just had a meeting.What am I saying. DUB AT NACURH 2K3 KICKS YOUR MOM'S ASS!!!Sorry.Now, for the real reason you resolved this page faithful reader. You want to know how Scully and Mulder are getting on. Has he drawn her out yet? Has she kicked his ass? Are they marriend and living in Tuscon?Well, let's check with Mulder and Skinner, who have met up in the hallway.Skinner: Hey Fox, how are things?Mulder: Same as usual Director Skinner. Just searching for the truth.Skinner: I meant with the Natasha thing . . .Mulder: Quiet! Only a handful of people up here know. I'm trying to be smooth with this.Skinner: Well, how did the FBI Agent Ball go? I understand you both went.Mulder: I'd rather not talk about it. Not bad, but not exceptional either. I think I may have opened up a Pandora's Box though.Skinner: So you're still unsure about all this? I know you haven't drawn Natasha out yet.Mulder: Well, I may have done something foolish.Skinner: What this time?Mulder: Funny. I made a deal with the Lone Gunmen. Langly in particular. Now that he's handled his relationship situation, I have to try and handle mine.Skinner: You mean?Mulder: Yeah. Is that against departmental regulations?Skinner: Should be, but it isn't. Even if it was, you'd have my blessing.Mulder: Thanks Dad. You know how long it's been since I've done this? It's not like I'm just calling up Peggy Sue and asking her to a drive-in movie.Skinner: Mulder, that was my childhood, not yours.Mulder: Whatever. All I'm saying is, I'm not so good with asking women out.Skinner: Just be yourself man. Take is easy.Mulder: All right. I'm going to go work on this after I finish those reports.Skinner: Reports? What on?Mulder: Oh, some things I found when digging up some old pop songs. It seems that when I play Go-Go's songs in front of cats, they look to the sky.Skinner: Thank God you're in the basement.I hope this one made sense. Here's the skinny: Scully seems to have some idea about what Mulder is up to (and we're not talking about the cats here folks). However, Mulder isn't sure if she knows how deep it runs. To invoke the metaphor I've been using recently, imagine there's a dude twenty times bigger than you. And he thinks your puny heart is a gumball. And every day he comes in for another chew.Sorry to get all mushy on everyone, but that's the situation right now. That's what I'm feeling. And that's why I have no idea as to how to handle all this.In otherwords, I'm overwhelmed- and this has never happened before.My next episode of One Piece is almost here, so I'm going to wrap this up. Okay, I'm really stopping to avoid crying at how fucking sad I am, because I'm sure I'm on my way there , and that's the last thing I need tonight. The very last.Hosting Slacker tomorrow. Very important picture. Very meaningful to me. It's exactly what I need at this point.I may have something new up before I blitz for Easter. One of my new roommates for next year has invited me up to his home. He's a great cat name-a Shon.That's it for me. Have a good night all.Hasta Lumbago