So... Nope, not yet.
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Okay... GO!
So, like, instead of going Leilani Lanes and bowling and singing (neither of which I do well, actually... both of which I do rather poorly) I stayed home and watched Session 9 and Deliverance and got drunk on Fat Tire which made me really happy. You know what else made me happy? That I only spent a dozen dollars on my happiness instead of the several dozen it waould have taken me to get to a bar and then buy enough alcohol there to get me precisely as intoxicated asI did for a mere nine dollars.
I guess when you finally get around to balancing your checkbook only to find that you're broke and will have to put off paying the power bill until next month, it's probably best NOT to go out and spend dozens of dollars on fun. Oh well, life is all about compromises.
But... in less than a month I'll have plenty of money to spare and if I don't go to Vancouver and blow it all on pot and Cuban cigars, I'll probably get a chance to get out and meet some of the wonderful people who haunt Suicide Girls and who just happen to live in the same city I do. I sure hope they don't get mad at me for being responsible and not showing up to bowl with them when I said I would...
Oh, and a guy I know whom I keep trying to be friends with insists on forcing me live out his little dramas with him, which I hate. Really. Spare me the bullshit, I hardly need it, what with everything going on my own life. And really he could have spared me by not bothering to create the drama he's so invested in right now anyhow. It was his choice. Just like it was my chioce not to spare you this paragraph. Drama; it's what's for dinner.
"Wh're you goin' city-boy?!"
"He sure got a pretty mouth on him..."
"It all happened here... we got to keep them from looking upriver."
"I just want to see this town die a quiet death."
Hope you're staying happy, 'cause life so much better when you are.
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Okay... GO!
So, like, instead of going Leilani Lanes and bowling and singing (neither of which I do well, actually... both of which I do rather poorly) I stayed home and watched Session 9 and Deliverance and got drunk on Fat Tire which made me really happy. You know what else made me happy? That I only spent a dozen dollars on my happiness instead of the several dozen it waould have taken me to get to a bar and then buy enough alcohol there to get me precisely as intoxicated asI did for a mere nine dollars.
I guess when you finally get around to balancing your checkbook only to find that you're broke and will have to put off paying the power bill until next month, it's probably best NOT to go out and spend dozens of dollars on fun. Oh well, life is all about compromises.
But... in less than a month I'll have plenty of money to spare and if I don't go to Vancouver and blow it all on pot and Cuban cigars, I'll probably get a chance to get out and meet some of the wonderful people who haunt Suicide Girls and who just happen to live in the same city I do. I sure hope they don't get mad at me for being responsible and not showing up to bowl with them when I said I would...
Oh, and a guy I know whom I keep trying to be friends with insists on forcing me live out his little dramas with him, which I hate. Really. Spare me the bullshit, I hardly need it, what with everything going on my own life. And really he could have spared me by not bothering to create the drama he's so invested in right now anyhow. It was his choice. Just like it was my chioce not to spare you this paragraph. Drama; it's what's for dinner.
"Wh're you goin' city-boy?!"
"He sure got a pretty mouth on him..."
"It all happened here... we got to keep them from looking upriver."
"I just want to see this town die a quiet death."
Hope you're staying happy, 'cause life so much better when you are.