carnalascetic

I fucked the proverbial dog at work last night. Have four hours until I see what punishment if any is meted out for me. I feel like a kid squirming in his seat just waiting to get called into the principal's office.

Anywho, Thanksgiving Day is rapidly approaching and preparations are well under way for the annual T-Day-Get-Together. My "landlord" (more like Slumlord- turn on the damn heater Sean!!! JK) gets a keg and invites peeps over for heavy drinking and what-not. It's the perfect antidote if you're wearied from family on T-Day. So far it doesn't look like too many people are coming but it never really does. The great thing this year is I can just stumble down the hall from the garage to my room if I imbibe too much bier or jungle-juice.

Thanks to sinatras_doll for that dream interpretation. Disturbingly fitting.