I've decided the appropriate term for the effects Jager has on me is "intellectually surly." Which is why I hereby retire(d) from it (a week ago). Thinking MORE when drunk isn't a very good thing for me. Stuck with beer last night; had five, paid for three. The fuck is that about? Good time was had; that Frontline99 is a good one.
I do sometimes wonder if I really have gotten too single and bitter for going to bars with any kind of (minor) expectation. Let me clarify: I don't have any sort of intention of sleeping with anyone, because...I don't know, it isn't my thing, the drunken hookup. But meeting someone, who isn't terribly drunk, is a very appealing notion.
Oh, ran into the...um...girl I met during the Night of 1000 Santas last month. She isn't very pleasant, personality wise, and is definitely not my type whatsoever. One of those people who, when they try to make a joke (you can usually see coming, because it is entirely too obvious), shut their eyes in order to focus their thoughts or something, and then laugh at their entirely too easy and mostly dumb joke. Not saying I'm some master of delivery or anything, but still.
Frontline, myself, and this other guy also got "served" by an unattractive woman at karaoke (This was a full evening for me). Talk about unique experiences.
Will write more today. I got suggested by an old friend, in a drunken state (her, not me) that I should "write what you know, motherfucker." And the current one is doing that, however, honestly, it's a little hard to drum up the proper emotions for things that you're basically past. Not quite squeezing blood from a stone, but more like over-wringing a sponge. But again, I never really knew how much I censor myself. It's a little strange. Too late to be all that theraputic, but still interesting.
Got a call from another old friend the other day, back in Ukiah. Interesting gal. Been trying to get her to join SG for a couple years. Been trying to get her to Sacramento off and on for a year, as well. One of the only things I really miss about Ukiah. I've been feeling really nostalgiac for it lately, though. CD Payne's fault. I was there a month ago with Lobster_Mobster and her mom, and was no doubt obnoxiously pointing out the past like a douchebag. But this friend of mine is someone I greatly value, despite not seeing her in ages and talking irregularly. Haven't got a whole lot in the way of old friends.
Patriots/Packers will be a hell of a Super Bowl. Calling it now. It's so...Rocky Balboa if you think about it. And I still don't fucking understand how, after an entire season of prolonged raping and pillaging, no one broke Tom Brady's smug fucking legs. EDIT: Goddamn it.
I'll end this now.
Later.
I do sometimes wonder if I really have gotten too single and bitter for going to bars with any kind of (minor) expectation. Let me clarify: I don't have any sort of intention of sleeping with anyone, because...I don't know, it isn't my thing, the drunken hookup. But meeting someone, who isn't terribly drunk, is a very appealing notion.
Oh, ran into the...um...girl I met during the Night of 1000 Santas last month. She isn't very pleasant, personality wise, and is definitely not my type whatsoever. One of those people who, when they try to make a joke (you can usually see coming, because it is entirely too obvious), shut their eyes in order to focus their thoughts or something, and then laugh at their entirely too easy and mostly dumb joke. Not saying I'm some master of delivery or anything, but still.
Frontline, myself, and this other guy also got "served" by an unattractive woman at karaoke (This was a full evening for me). Talk about unique experiences.
Will write more today. I got suggested by an old friend, in a drunken state (her, not me) that I should "write what you know, motherfucker." And the current one is doing that, however, honestly, it's a little hard to drum up the proper emotions for things that you're basically past. Not quite squeezing blood from a stone, but more like over-wringing a sponge. But again, I never really knew how much I censor myself. It's a little strange. Too late to be all that theraputic, but still interesting.
Got a call from another old friend the other day, back in Ukiah. Interesting gal. Been trying to get her to join SG for a couple years. Been trying to get her to Sacramento off and on for a year, as well. One of the only things I really miss about Ukiah. I've been feeling really nostalgiac for it lately, though. CD Payne's fault. I was there a month ago with Lobster_Mobster and her mom, and was no doubt obnoxiously pointing out the past like a douchebag. But this friend of mine is someone I greatly value, despite not seeing her in ages and talking irregularly. Haven't got a whole lot in the way of old friends.
Patriots/Packers will be a hell of a Super Bowl. Calling it now. It's so...Rocky Balboa if you think about it. And I still don't fucking understand how, after an entire season of prolonged raping and pillaging, no one broke Tom Brady's smug fucking legs. EDIT: Goddamn it.
I'll end this now.
Later.