Two posts in a month? No way.
I've just returned from a week-long stay in Ann Arbor. Several days of relaxing with a fresh bag of weed, a few fifths of Jameson and conversations of a most ridiculous and/or philosophical nature allowed me to forget about the shit-bucket I seem to be living in lately. I followed it up by celebrating St Patty's Day in in downtown Detroit. A friend managed to score a hook-up for a room at the Hilton Garden Inn and we made a night of it. Sort of. I ended up returning after about 5 hours of drinking to play doctor for the guy who drank more than me. Not that I minded in the least. Being in a giant crowd of drunk people and not having a single chick even look at you gets depressing. Focus on other things.
I'd love to post pictures of the last week for you, but my digital camera has go to that great big USB port in the sky. I'm not sure exactly what happened to it, I just know that it simply won't turn on regardless of a fresh pack of batteries. I do, however, have some audio. Something compelled me to buy a digital voice recorder before the trip and it basically became a camera for my ears. I've got in my possession what might be one of the most well executed drunken tirades on cold fries ever recorded.
It also felt pretty good to just not use a computer for a week. Sure, I missed playing WoW, but I'm getting bored with the game anyway. My mind seems to be more geared for questioning what I'm doing wrong as opposed to the loving embrace of pure escapism. The idea that I can become a Night Elf Priest anytime I want to and go melt some face in a completely anonymous environment is more tempting to a guy like me than most of the girls on this site. And trust me, they are all pretty tempting. I make no effort to dilute the sickening amount of control that game has on my life. If you know someone who plays, or play yourself, then you know what I'm talking about.
But hey, what else have I got to do?
I've just returned from a week-long stay in Ann Arbor. Several days of relaxing with a fresh bag of weed, a few fifths of Jameson and conversations of a most ridiculous and/or philosophical nature allowed me to forget about the shit-bucket I seem to be living in lately. I followed it up by celebrating St Patty's Day in in downtown Detroit. A friend managed to score a hook-up for a room at the Hilton Garden Inn and we made a night of it. Sort of. I ended up returning after about 5 hours of drinking to play doctor for the guy who drank more than me. Not that I minded in the least. Being in a giant crowd of drunk people and not having a single chick even look at you gets depressing. Focus on other things.
I'd love to post pictures of the last week for you, but my digital camera has go to that great big USB port in the sky. I'm not sure exactly what happened to it, I just know that it simply won't turn on regardless of a fresh pack of batteries. I do, however, have some audio. Something compelled me to buy a digital voice recorder before the trip and it basically became a camera for my ears. I've got in my possession what might be one of the most well executed drunken tirades on cold fries ever recorded.
It also felt pretty good to just not use a computer for a week. Sure, I missed playing WoW, but I'm getting bored with the game anyway. My mind seems to be more geared for questioning what I'm doing wrong as opposed to the loving embrace of pure escapism. The idea that I can become a Night Elf Priest anytime I want to and go melt some face in a completely anonymous environment is more tempting to a guy like me than most of the girls on this site. And trust me, they are all pretty tempting. I make no effort to dilute the sickening amount of control that game has on my life. If you know someone who plays, or play yourself, then you know what I'm talking about.
But hey, what else have I got to do?
HIC slimerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr and shit.
and by the way, i put smirnoff in your slurpee