sorry for the fucking book, here
woke up pretty hungover after a drinking friday night and the temper temper show. good fucking times, but too much drama too close to me. near-fistfights in the street at 1am. but nobody was hurt, thank god (god is only used as a figure of speech - i don't believe in that bullshit).
anyway, k & i creeped out the neighbors hardcore in our new white trash robes. we had pomegranite juice in a wine glass. the neighbors see us out there at noon or so, barely dressed, hair all messed up, stinking like bar. theatrics take over in the form of pretend-dryheaves when a pedestrian walks by. we scratch our asses when cars walk by. the joke's on the neighborhood - after a glass of pomegranite juice we feel fucking great; only our blurry memories of how many whiskeys we put down.
played some tennis after a quick breakfast at the shitty breakfast place. the sun was hot and after an hour we both felt like puking. i was pretty on, as far as my game goes, but dryheaving on a wicked backhand is kind of lame. on the way home we ran into my pal john, who d.j.'ed & provided turntables at my party in april. we went over to his place and had some jim beam and water. after a little whiskey we were feeling more like ourselves and it was time to go to the brewer game.
we scrambled to get there early enough to tailgate. we met up with goat & erin and got to the parking lot with a grill, beer, & brats an hour before the game. k's a twins fan, so there was some rivalry involved. our seats were in the last row, so we said fuck that and we stood in s.r.o. in center field (mainly to be close to the smoking area). we drank a lot of beer, had some cotton candy, and watched the brewers come back to win 7-6.
after the game we were too tired to do much of anything else, so it was early to bed. i had to work this morning, so the sleep was nessecary, i guess. i shot amy goodman, from democracy now, an independant journalism network. check it out, they give the straight dope.
oh, and in other news, i'm broke. i didn't get my unemployment check last week because of some stupid ass bullshit. and i have to wait for a few days to get my $$$$. so i have less than $20 for three days or so. that won't get me drunk one night, much less three nights. good thing i have the majority of a 1.75 of old crow on hand in the meantime.
blah blah blah, fuck this, fuck that, suck a donkey's cock.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>UPDATE:
so it's 2:30 and i know not what to do. k & i had the "we're better as friends" talk and that provided me with another reason to drink myself into oblivion (same as every night, but different because i feel something). she's a bona-fide alcoholic, but she's worried about me for some reason. and it really sucks because we both (myself at least truthfully) agreed that we were right for each other for the long term. we'll never again match the way we felt about our first loves; the deep feelings at first sight, but in her words "the shape of our lips together is something to behold".
i've never given a girl as many orgasms as i've given her............
woke up pretty hungover after a drinking friday night and the temper temper show. good fucking times, but too much drama too close to me. near-fistfights in the street at 1am. but nobody was hurt, thank god (god is only used as a figure of speech - i don't believe in that bullshit).
anyway, k & i creeped out the neighbors hardcore in our new white trash robes. we had pomegranite juice in a wine glass. the neighbors see us out there at noon or so, barely dressed, hair all messed up, stinking like bar. theatrics take over in the form of pretend-dryheaves when a pedestrian walks by. we scratch our asses when cars walk by. the joke's on the neighborhood - after a glass of pomegranite juice we feel fucking great; only our blurry memories of how many whiskeys we put down.
played some tennis after a quick breakfast at the shitty breakfast place. the sun was hot and after an hour we both felt like puking. i was pretty on, as far as my game goes, but dryheaving on a wicked backhand is kind of lame. on the way home we ran into my pal john, who d.j.'ed & provided turntables at my party in april. we went over to his place and had some jim beam and water. after a little whiskey we were feeling more like ourselves and it was time to go to the brewer game.
we scrambled to get there early enough to tailgate. we met up with goat & erin and got to the parking lot with a grill, beer, & brats an hour before the game. k's a twins fan, so there was some rivalry involved. our seats were in the last row, so we said fuck that and we stood in s.r.o. in center field (mainly to be close to the smoking area). we drank a lot of beer, had some cotton candy, and watched the brewers come back to win 7-6.
after the game we were too tired to do much of anything else, so it was early to bed. i had to work this morning, so the sleep was nessecary, i guess. i shot amy goodman, from democracy now, an independant journalism network. check it out, they give the straight dope.
oh, and in other news, i'm broke. i didn't get my unemployment check last week because of some stupid ass bullshit. and i have to wait for a few days to get my $$$$. so i have less than $20 for three days or so. that won't get me drunk one night, much less three nights. good thing i have the majority of a 1.75 of old crow on hand in the meantime.
blah blah blah, fuck this, fuck that, suck a donkey's cock.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>UPDATE:
so it's 2:30 and i know not what to do. k & i had the "we're better as friends" talk and that provided me with another reason to drink myself into oblivion (same as every night, but different because i feel something). she's a bona-fide alcoholic, but she's worried about me for some reason. and it really sucks because we both (myself at least truthfully) agreed that we were right for each other for the long term. we'll never again match the way we felt about our first loves; the deep feelings at first sight, but in her words "the shape of our lips together is something to behold".
i've never given a girl as many orgasms as i've given her............
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anyhow...the $300 bottle of jaeger was a gift from a friend in italy that had been saving it for years....it had some crazy origial type seal on it and i thought it looked funny but by the time i opened it, it was too late...whoops...
i still wanna learn to play the drums...