Ever been so drunk you cant work a Zippo? yeah, me too.
it's seven thirty-nine in the AM and i've got a Russian buzz going.
i just saw my parents off for their bi-yearly vacation, and being alone isnt the bees knees, nor is ir as lonely as the poets say.
Why the drinking so early? well, alseep by two, up by four--i had a weird dream about Elija Wood. about the spooky demon things from Ghost stealing my garage and replacing it with a garden. the garden has always been there--it was at the Sherwood place, but in my dream the garage that we have now was sitting in the garden's place. and someone stole it.
in the dream, i was sitting at the curb, under this large tree, when EW rode up on a bike--for a while we talked shop.
i was really wanting to work in the fact that i'd seen Bumblebees Fly Anyway, but i also wanted to ask about some place in LOTR.
then i woke up.
realizing that today was the day my parents were off, i decided to stay up, to see them off and such. It was 4am, so i watched Ocean's Twelve, which was decnet.
then i poured a drink, hoping that by the time the folks were gone, i'd have a buzz storng enough to cary back to Elija, but weak enough to wake me up by four so i could fit a shower in before i head to Pekin.
You see, i'm supposed to hang out with Sammy and some dude he works with. The dude is bringing some friends.
We're gonna hit a dinner then hit a couple bars.
i hate bars, mostly for the atmosphere.
i dont need drunk people around me to assure me i'm having fun.
i'm not looking forward to tonight, i'd much rather just do whatever, pull a solo act with S--i hardly ever see the kid anymore.
but as i reported, he's got a social itch, and i must indulge.
i dont talk around people i dunno. i feel uncomfortable and awkward. i need to stake out their personalities, know where their boundries lay.
but whatever.
i type rather sobre when i'm drunk, huh? i speak fluent sobre when i'm drunk as well--or, atleast i think i do. there's conflicting reports.
anyway.
fuck the weekend, get me back to work.
more later? Boop.
it's seven thirty-nine in the AM and i've got a Russian buzz going.
i just saw my parents off for their bi-yearly vacation, and being alone isnt the bees knees, nor is ir as lonely as the poets say.
Why the drinking so early? well, alseep by two, up by four--i had a weird dream about Elija Wood. about the spooky demon things from Ghost stealing my garage and replacing it with a garden. the garden has always been there--it was at the Sherwood place, but in my dream the garage that we have now was sitting in the garden's place. and someone stole it.
in the dream, i was sitting at the curb, under this large tree, when EW rode up on a bike--for a while we talked shop.
i was really wanting to work in the fact that i'd seen Bumblebees Fly Anyway, but i also wanted to ask about some place in LOTR.
then i woke up.
realizing that today was the day my parents were off, i decided to stay up, to see them off and such. It was 4am, so i watched Ocean's Twelve, which was decnet.
then i poured a drink, hoping that by the time the folks were gone, i'd have a buzz storng enough to cary back to Elija, but weak enough to wake me up by four so i could fit a shower in before i head to Pekin.
You see, i'm supposed to hang out with Sammy and some dude he works with. The dude is bringing some friends.
We're gonna hit a dinner then hit a couple bars.
i hate bars, mostly for the atmosphere.
i dont need drunk people around me to assure me i'm having fun.
i'm not looking forward to tonight, i'd much rather just do whatever, pull a solo act with S--i hardly ever see the kid anymore.
but as i reported, he's got a social itch, and i must indulge.
i dont talk around people i dunno. i feel uncomfortable and awkward. i need to stake out their personalities, know where their boundries lay.
but whatever.
i type rather sobre when i'm drunk, huh? i speak fluent sobre when i'm drunk as well--or, atleast i think i do. there's conflicting reports.
anyway.
fuck the weekend, get me back to work.
more later? Boop.
Timagain is over in africa... I'll ask him if he enjoyed my ration of hot water...