Are the number of friends on your profile like merit badges? If so, I'm the fat kid in boy scouts whose shirt is always untucked and ate half of the candy bars he was supposed to sell.
Oh wait. That's me anyways.
I'm tired. But it's a good, satisfying kind of tired, even with the heartburn. My evening plans of going to the Lumiere and seeing Equilibrium were dashed by a lack of companions and my own laziness. Stayed home, watched Big Trouble again, frustrated myself with some stupid video games.
I've maintained my regiment of no-dope-smokin', bringing me up to six days without 'da chronic'. I even tried to hook some up tonight, but fate intervened and my dealer never called back. Perhaps it's a sign. Last night at the going away party I discussed smoking pot with my old boss - something I never did, but always wanted to. I confessed this, and so I think we're gonna get tore on Sunday night before the ISW thing.
Oh, which reminds me. All SG members intent on going to the Incredibly Strange Wrestling event should ping me with a private message or something. I've got a friendly group already, and the more, and the drunker, the merrier.
Tomorrow's plans include Korean BBQ for a co-worker's final SF meal before he moves to Irvine. I'm happy for him. It's where he belongs.
One last pre-sleep thought:
I've always wanted to start a techno song with a movie quote from Commando (or was it Total Recall? Who cares) when Arnie says "Everyone! Get Down!" and then have the beat come in hard and heavy.
Yeah! Crank that motherfucking cutoff knob!
Oh wait. That's me anyways.
I'm tired. But it's a good, satisfying kind of tired, even with the heartburn. My evening plans of going to the Lumiere and seeing Equilibrium were dashed by a lack of companions and my own laziness. Stayed home, watched Big Trouble again, frustrated myself with some stupid video games.
I've maintained my regiment of no-dope-smokin', bringing me up to six days without 'da chronic'. I even tried to hook some up tonight, but fate intervened and my dealer never called back. Perhaps it's a sign. Last night at the going away party I discussed smoking pot with my old boss - something I never did, but always wanted to. I confessed this, and so I think we're gonna get tore on Sunday night before the ISW thing.
Oh, which reminds me. All SG members intent on going to the Incredibly Strange Wrestling event should ping me with a private message or something. I've got a friendly group already, and the more, and the drunker, the merrier.
Tomorrow's plans include Korean BBQ for a co-worker's final SF meal before he moves to Irvine. I'm happy for him. It's where he belongs.
One last pre-sleep thought:
I've always wanted to start a techno song with a movie quote from Commando (or was it Total Recall? Who cares) when Arnie says "Everyone! Get Down!" and then have the beat come in hard and heavy.
Yeah! Crank that motherfucking cutoff knob!
friends? you just add who you like or dislike but feel the need to have their journals one click away at all times. that's my thinking anyway.