The adventures Catch the drunkard continue!!!
well sort of anyway, i'm not a drinking idiot, its just a fun way to spend time with friends.
So fridaynight i finally get to go out and do something cause my sister choose this day to steal the car, the one day i've had off in a week. "But you can have it saturday and sunday matt" "that's nice but i'm work you fucking assface so how does that compensate for you stranding me on the one day i can feel pleasure?" whatever. I went out with GryfinnIncubus and Will to have pizza. It was good. The girl serving us was a cutie and being the excelent "wingman" that i am we got her number for gryf.
Afterwords i took public transit, aka the suck train, into boston for a night of drinking with the gang. I got to our, XrevolverX and me, friend's place first. She came out half drunk and told me about the wierdness of her life. After that drunkeness happened and i got even more faced than i have previously posted about. We slept in an unrented apartment down stairs from our friend where i had the worst sleep of my life. The spins suck.
Woke up awful and went home where my sis, the grate satan, was having a party with a moon walk and everything. a bunch of 20 somethings were in it in there boxers beating eachother up. That was truely gay, and coming from me that's saying something. I was surprised my dad didn't kill them all with his bare hands.
Work happened shortly there after, i thought my shift started at 5, it started at four, i found this out at 4:30. They didn't care cause their idiots and i'm the best quarter jockey they have. It was uneventful. Fucking ddr kids, ugly people, me and my boss discused some of the finer points about how to tell if they're men or women when the uglieness really gets up there.
I'm not a mean person, yes i am, but i have a hard time respecting anyone who can't take care of themselves. You may not be adam or eve but you could at lest take some pride in the way you present yourself.
Now i'm here, my stomach still hates me for drinking but i just yell at it to stop being a bitch.
well sort of anyway, i'm not a drinking idiot, its just a fun way to spend time with friends.
So fridaynight i finally get to go out and do something cause my sister choose this day to steal the car, the one day i've had off in a week. "But you can have it saturday and sunday matt" "that's nice but i'm work you fucking assface so how does that compensate for you stranding me on the one day i can feel pleasure?" whatever. I went out with GryfinnIncubus and Will to have pizza. It was good. The girl serving us was a cutie and being the excelent "wingman" that i am we got her number for gryf.
Afterwords i took public transit, aka the suck train, into boston for a night of drinking with the gang. I got to our, XrevolverX and me, friend's place first. She came out half drunk and told me about the wierdness of her life. After that drunkeness happened and i got even more faced than i have previously posted about. We slept in an unrented apartment down stairs from our friend where i had the worst sleep of my life. The spins suck.
Woke up awful and went home where my sis, the grate satan, was having a party with a moon walk and everything. a bunch of 20 somethings were in it in there boxers beating eachother up. That was truely gay, and coming from me that's saying something. I was surprised my dad didn't kill them all with his bare hands.
Work happened shortly there after, i thought my shift started at 5, it started at four, i found this out at 4:30. They didn't care cause their idiots and i'm the best quarter jockey they have. It was uneventful. Fucking ddr kids, ugly people, me and my boss discused some of the finer points about how to tell if they're men or women when the uglieness really gets up there.
I'm not a mean person, yes i am, but i have a hard time respecting anyone who can't take care of themselves. You may not be adam or eve but you could at lest take some pride in the way you present yourself.
Now i'm here, my stomach still hates me for drinking but i just yell at it to stop being a bitch.
I arrived shortly after christine spilled her guts to catch about everything that was ever wierd in her life. they looked remarkably happy to have just been talking about the most depressing subject ever in history. so we went back to the apartment and nearly witnessed an irish street fight. 12 year olds were cheering the 20 somethings on. fantastic. we got smashed and slept on a hardwood floor with nothing but a blanket and pillow each. so good. I feel totally justified after waking up from a cold hard surface. nothing but sincerity there. I woke up and bought doughnuts for everyone, and coffee. they enjoyed the coffee but berated me for my choice in doughnuts. whats wrong with lemon frosted and blueberry cake? go fuck yourselves in your too drunk asses. then I went to an antique store and got nice stuff for my dad and catch's sister. end.
I'll prolly see ya there.