Chug! Chug! Chug!
05/09/2006
Caw caw, motherfucker, I wish that he would leave her alone. But I wonder, wonder, wonder, what IS the word? I have a vested interest, and a selfish one at that…we all need to do the check and balance of where I fit in the bell curve. I hope that I fit somewhere in the peak, I love being the peak, but only if it is good news, if not, I would like to be part of the 2% that is above average. I also love being above average.
There are sheep that I can pet and Bruce is resistant. I wish he would bend to the will of Some Girl, because, we are going to spend some time in the closed quarters of his house and I worry that the bad parts are going to be all up in the joint (but not made of marijuana because that would be illegal). What was I saying? Oh yeah, bend to the will of Some Girl because, I am reasserting the loud piece that has been awfully quiet these days.
Pete, who is less than angry, saved me from having to do something because of a backslash. He saved me, can I get an AMEN, and I asked if he wanted to make out….he politely declined, but I feel like he totally wanted to suck my kiss (let me be vain…and drunk…and dependant on the ellipse). But I refused the good advice to clean out a file, (IT TAKES FOUR CLICKS!!!) is what he said [look at me making full use of punctuation this evening], and I thanked him for being so concerned about my carpal tunnel syndrome. I think we were both appropriately sarcastic. Now the captchas are working and should fully deter spamalot. I am working on sprucing up the list (Pete, if’n you’re reading, I totally figured out where the list o’words lives) and making it appropriately ironic.
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks, I don’t care if I never get back. The sox, RED of course, have been superfantastic and blowing shit up, yo. Tonight the game was a joke. Joke I say, and last weekend I went to the game, and saw some things and the things were there and stuff.
But I paid penance, for the drinking and had to take a bus home. I was the keeper of the things and as the keeper I was suppose to remember that I had keys and phones that didn’t belong to me and as I walked in the other direction looking for a cab, dawn came and I cringed in fear while horror washed over me and I realized that I was still the keeper. I tried to find a cab, but there was no cab to be found. A 30 minute walk, while Bruce bitched me out for walking in the not so nice place, and a 10 minute bus ride, and then a 10 minute walk later to get home, in my heels because who wears reasonable shoes to a baseball game? NOT ME!
And now, this weekend seems to be filling up with things with the people who know me and want me to do things that include copious amounts of alcohol. Yay! If I get my way, my weekend will be a big shebang because I need to shape up and ship out to make things A-Okay with Bruce.
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Homer_Simpson_mode_on:
Mmmmm. Copious amounts of alcohol. Mmmmm.
/Homer.
;-) Kisses, Minxy xxxxxx
I spent most of the day hung over, but it was the reasonable type of hangover where it feels more like a nagging suspicion of a headache than an actual headache. It was hangover lite. Great taste, less filling.
And while I was cognitively aware of the alcohol and all, I was somewhat surprised by the hangover and it was only after 9 AM that I realized what was going on. I thought I just felt like punk because of the rain and lack of sleep.
I am going to do my best to create a repeat performance tonight (slightly bad day at work).