It's 99.1 degrees in La La Land and I'm stinky like a frenchman...or Ltrain. 
The heat is like a thick blanket of fuckedupness that makes me dizzy and sick. I'm a big fan of big fans, but even they seems like a drop in the bucket.
How many beers with shots of whiskey on the side can you drink in an hour? Apparently I can drink four, because that's what I did at 1am last night
Hot and hungover = great combo.
Last night, on the way to the bar, I saw a silhouette of a boy, a small girl, and an even smaller dog walking, hand in hand, leash in hand, and I thought: "Man, that's where I want to be; happy, coupled, and not at a bar." Then I realized that it was my beloved exgirlfriend and her new beau on a late night stroll with the tiny chihuahua that snuggled me to sleep for many moons. The kind young woman that was driving ran the red light we were sitting at so that I wouldn't have to stare at this albatross of lost love, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was even my first clear thought when I woke up hours later. But instead of being a bog of sadness, it became a harbinger of good thoughts. I was actually kind of happy to see her...happy. It's a new feeling for me.
Okay, the thermometer now reads 99.6 degrees and my fingers are melting to the keyboard and my face is dripping off like the nazi in Raiders of the Lost Ark when he opens the ark at the end.
The soundtrack of this entry is social distortion's first album.
The heat is like a thick blanket of fuckedupness that makes me dizzy and sick. I'm a big fan of big fans, but even they seems like a drop in the bucket.
How many beers with shots of whiskey on the side can you drink in an hour? Apparently I can drink four, because that's what I did at 1am last night
Hot and hungover = great combo.
Last night, on the way to the bar, I saw a silhouette of a boy, a small girl, and an even smaller dog walking, hand in hand, leash in hand, and I thought: "Man, that's where I want to be; happy, coupled, and not at a bar." Then I realized that it was my beloved exgirlfriend and her new beau on a late night stroll with the tiny chihuahua that snuggled me to sleep for many moons. The kind young woman that was driving ran the red light we were sitting at so that I wouldn't have to stare at this albatross of lost love, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was even my first clear thought when I woke up hours later. But instead of being a bog of sadness, it became a harbinger of good thoughts. I was actually kind of happy to see her...happy. It's a new feeling for me.
Okay, the thermometer now reads 99.6 degrees and my fingers are melting to the keyboard and my face is dripping off like the nazi in Raiders of the Lost Ark when he opens the ark at the end.
The soundtrack of this entry is social distortion's first album.
oh, and pop ups are actually devil messages. seriously. ask your local snake handler.