the important thing is that i made a difference last night, because in the end, that's all that really matters. being able to catch a blurry glimpse of your mug in the mirror just before urination and know, know for truth, that you have done your part.
i have xmas related thoughts today. at work, i dontated some cash to a charitable act of some kind that was apparently too far out for me to receive any details. she asked, and i drifted off to a picture of her finding a corner, looking over both shoulders all shaky like, and pocketing everyone's cash. i was having a really good time with that for a few seconds until i snapped back in, tried not to grin too much and made a crack about expecting an extreme amount of christmas ham to be acquired with all the money. "oh no, it's not for ham" and leaves. party pooper.
tonight i'm going to a house where a small group of people that work together and are not fuckfaces, will gather, talk shit, and get freight train'd. these are a different breed however. weekend warriors, only able to stand up for what's right 2 out of 7 nights a week. thus, i can rest assured this affair will end earlier than my preferred hour of retirement, at which time i will transform a party train left for dead into a party of one in the stool of my choice.
i got an xmas card in the mail today from nc9, the little firecracker that shares a roof with my man thirsty. cards are ok, but this one is pretty kick ass. red paper, with an air freshner pine tree decorated like a christmas tree. the inside has a poorly drawn man with his hands up (raise the roof) and it says, "jab, merry fucking x-mas! may it be the bomb" and there is an explosion smoke billow around the word bomb. we have a good time with bad lingo down here in big TX.
who's red.
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ha!
i have xmas related thoughts today. at work, i dontated some cash to a charitable act of some kind that was apparently too far out for me to receive any details. she asked, and i drifted off to a picture of her finding a corner, looking over both shoulders all shaky like, and pocketing everyone's cash. i was having a really good time with that for a few seconds until i snapped back in, tried not to grin too much and made a crack about expecting an extreme amount of christmas ham to be acquired with all the money. "oh no, it's not for ham" and leaves. party pooper.
tonight i'm going to a house where a small group of people that work together and are not fuckfaces, will gather, talk shit, and get freight train'd. these are a different breed however. weekend warriors, only able to stand up for what's right 2 out of 7 nights a week. thus, i can rest assured this affair will end earlier than my preferred hour of retirement, at which time i will transform a party train left for dead into a party of one in the stool of my choice.
i got an xmas card in the mail today from nc9, the little firecracker that shares a roof with my man thirsty. cards are ok, but this one is pretty kick ass. red paper, with an air freshner pine tree decorated like a christmas tree. the inside has a poorly drawn man with his hands up (raise the roof) and it says, "jab, merry fucking x-mas! may it be the bomb" and there is an explosion smoke billow around the word bomb. we have a good time with bad lingo down here in big TX.
who's red.
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ha!
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Have you heard my wifes band? You'd maybe like. My wife is cute too. http://www.goregoregirls.com/ but she is not the lead singer...but she's still cute. I guess you should move here. Ok? thanks, bye.
throw an email my way, yo.