Guess who's hungover??
MEEEEEEEEE!!!
the alcohol: delicious; the dull, persistant pain between my eyes that feels like a finger held up to my head only instead of a finger it's a huge fucking nail and instead of held up it's driven in: could be better.
but i had a ca-rae-zy ass dream which i will now try to piece together wether anyone wants to hear it or not...
so in the beginning, i was at some sort of church to perform a bunch of marriges en masse for some local native americans. i somehow get annoyed and begin to yell and hurry everyone through so i could get the fuck out, which i do with my boss...
from the ceremonies, we decide to go pick up quite a few of my friends, and go play poker. well somehow this psycho gets in with us, so we must get away from him at the poker place which is a huge complex (self-storage style) that is devoted to cards. the games go on a la "you got served style" [[haven't seen it, but want to get shitfaced and watch IMDB's worst movie of all time]].
anyhow...psycho ends up getting a lap dance so we all run away from him and go back to my buddy's house where we are totally out of our gords on...i don't know what! we eat crazy ass tv dinners with leslie nielson (of naked gun fame) while somehow knocking each other up and then disbanding...
as i drive out of the neighborhood it's like one of those slow motion ending montages that explains where everyone is at the end of movies; but then i wake up in my dream and ask my buddy to give me a ride home, all the while discussing how the night's events seem so surreal and dreamlike...and how we're expecting to wake up at any given moment...at which point i do wake up (for real this time).
so, yeah. i'll just let that be digested, and end this entry here...
(i wonder who reads this drivel?
)
MEEEEEEEEE!!!
the alcohol: delicious; the dull, persistant pain between my eyes that feels like a finger held up to my head only instead of a finger it's a huge fucking nail and instead of held up it's driven in: could be better.
but i had a ca-rae-zy ass dream which i will now try to piece together wether anyone wants to hear it or not...
so in the beginning, i was at some sort of church to perform a bunch of marriges en masse for some local native americans. i somehow get annoyed and begin to yell and hurry everyone through so i could get the fuck out, which i do with my boss...
from the ceremonies, we decide to go pick up quite a few of my friends, and go play poker. well somehow this psycho gets in with us, so we must get away from him at the poker place which is a huge complex (self-storage style) that is devoted to cards. the games go on a la "you got served style" [[haven't seen it, but want to get shitfaced and watch IMDB's worst movie of all time]].
anyhow...psycho ends up getting a lap dance so we all run away from him and go back to my buddy's house where we are totally out of our gords on...i don't know what! we eat crazy ass tv dinners with leslie nielson (of naked gun fame) while somehow knocking each other up and then disbanding...
as i drive out of the neighborhood it's like one of those slow motion ending montages that explains where everyone is at the end of movies; but then i wake up in my dream and ask my buddy to give me a ride home, all the while discussing how the night's events seem so surreal and dreamlike...and how we're expecting to wake up at any given moment...at which point i do wake up (for real this time).
so, yeah. i'll just let that be digested, and end this entry here...
(i wonder who reads this drivel?
)