UPDATE 2: I scratched my leg big time on a picnic table at this carpet/lino warehouse today. It's hot sick:
mmmm. When I hit it, I wasn't even phased because of how I've gotten used to irritating cuts and scrapes due to my job. The conversation went somthing like this:
*Cuts leg*
Me: Ahhhh, come on!
Some Dude: Shit man you are bleeding alot, are you ok (because I was bleeding alot)
Me: Oh, yeah. Jesus thats irritating!
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UPDATE: Today, in the dining room of a building I am working at, I sat down and played/sang Sufjans Stevens' Seers Tower on the piano. When I was done, I stood up and turned around and there were 10 people just standing by the door. One woman was crying. I just looked at her, hugged her and left.
I'm wondering what she was sad about. And whether or not I helped or made it worse.
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The battery to my camera is now charged so that means:
a) I can take photos once more.
b) I can crop, resize, manipulate, and alter (in all ways fathomed by humanity) such photos
thus:
c) I can update my journal with stunning visual representations of my daily life (aka: boring photos taken with my camera).
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So yes, Many things to say....
- Some friends and I decided to go bar hopping last night. We attended various alcohol indulging venues and in the end settled at The Brewhouse. wait...rewind...
The night started out at my buddies house where we drank Jager Root's until the bottle was empty. A Jager Root is Jagermeister and Root Beer in case you arn't down with the bartending lingo. Hires Root Beer works the best by the way. Barq's is the worst. It definatly doesn't have bite. It tastes like metal.
Anyways, once the Jager was finished we indulged in finishing a Mickey of Peach Shnapps. Normally I am not one to drink crap like that but we were out of alcohol at the moment and we had to do what we had to do.
After that we jumped in the car (the backseat of course) and headed out to Cook County Saloon. I HATE cowboys. And when we arrived I could hear the YE-HAW'in from outside, so I veto'd whoever said that we were going there and we went to Globe instead. Now, Globe isn't exactly better. Imagine (if you will) an attic filled with fresh 18 year olds jumping up and down who seem to enjoy: spilling shots all over themselves, mashing their tits in each others faces, making out with fresh vomit lined mouths, and arguing about which girl has a nicer ass. Add overly intense dance music (even worse than the shit played at trendy, overpriced stores such as Urban Men and LuLu Lemon) coupled with strobe lights and an irritating middleaged balding DJ that still thinks he could "tap that ass" despite his overbite and his hairy palms and you've got yourself a pretty damn near perfect description of the insanity that is Globe.
Globe sucks.....unless you are really drunk. We wern't really drunk - Just to clear things up, that bottle of Jager we pre-drunk took about 4 or 5 hours to finish...it's not like we chugged it.
So anyways, we drank a couple of their 3 dollar shots (a Double-Jack and an Apple-Sour Jack I think...) and headed for The Brewhouse.
Brewhouse was almost closed when we got there, which gave us the opportunity to bullshit (which is talking when you are drunk) with the bartenders. We bought some Irish Car Bombs (3/4 pint of Guinnes, Irish Wiskey, Bailies) which taste like coffee by the way (I suggest you try them if only for funsies if you already havn't). And then we had a beer. At this point, our bullshit session with this one bartender (who looked almost like the lead singer from Billy Talent by the way) had been going on for quite some time. He decided to finish a bottle of red wine sitting there with us (only because he felt bad for making fun of my friends pink shirt). So we made Kalimotxo's with the red wine (thats red wine and Coke). They are quite tasty once you have stripped your pallet of the ability to actually taste.
After that we went home and passed out.
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-I bought some Buffalo Jeans the other day as well as some Von Zipper Hitchhikers. I got both for cheap cheap CHEAP.
Behold:
Both of these go nicely with my new shirt which I got at the recent City and Colour/Dashboard concert:
HuzzaH! I really like the jeans. They make my bum look good. But seriously, it always looks good.
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- In other news, Natalie Portman might be naked in Goya's Ghosts. Hopefully this goes well for her, as she typically does not to portray overly sexual characters. I guess its the context of the nudity that matters. I'm sure there will be a good reason for it and that she hasn't suddenly thrown her past morals out the window on a whim.
- In celebration of her my new wallpaper is this:
Although that is a resized version. The original is much larger.
mmmm. When I hit it, I wasn't even phased because of how I've gotten used to irritating cuts and scrapes due to my job. The conversation went somthing like this:
*Cuts leg*
Me: Ahhhh, come on!
Some Dude: Shit man you are bleeding alot, are you ok (because I was bleeding alot)
Me: Oh, yeah. Jesus thats irritating!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
UPDATE: Today, in the dining room of a building I am working at, I sat down and played/sang Sufjans Stevens' Seers Tower on the piano. When I was done, I stood up and turned around and there were 10 people just standing by the door. One woman was crying. I just looked at her, hugged her and left.
I'm wondering what she was sad about. And whether or not I helped or made it worse.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The battery to my camera is now charged so that means:
a) I can take photos once more.
b) I can crop, resize, manipulate, and alter (in all ways fathomed by humanity) such photos
thus:
c) I can update my journal with stunning visual representations of my daily life (aka: boring photos taken with my camera).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So yes, Many things to say....
- Some friends and I decided to go bar hopping last night. We attended various alcohol indulging venues and in the end settled at The Brewhouse. wait...rewind...
The night started out at my buddies house where we drank Jager Root's until the bottle was empty. A Jager Root is Jagermeister and Root Beer in case you arn't down with the bartending lingo. Hires Root Beer works the best by the way. Barq's is the worst. It definatly doesn't have bite. It tastes like metal.
Anyways, once the Jager was finished we indulged in finishing a Mickey of Peach Shnapps. Normally I am not one to drink crap like that but we were out of alcohol at the moment and we had to do what we had to do.
After that we jumped in the car (the backseat of course) and headed out to Cook County Saloon. I HATE cowboys. And when we arrived I could hear the YE-HAW'in from outside, so I veto'd whoever said that we were going there and we went to Globe instead. Now, Globe isn't exactly better. Imagine (if you will) an attic filled with fresh 18 year olds jumping up and down who seem to enjoy: spilling shots all over themselves, mashing their tits in each others faces, making out with fresh vomit lined mouths, and arguing about which girl has a nicer ass. Add overly intense dance music (even worse than the shit played at trendy, overpriced stores such as Urban Men and LuLu Lemon) coupled with strobe lights and an irritating middleaged balding DJ that still thinks he could "tap that ass" despite his overbite and his hairy palms and you've got yourself a pretty damn near perfect description of the insanity that is Globe.
Globe sucks.....unless you are really drunk. We wern't really drunk - Just to clear things up, that bottle of Jager we pre-drunk took about 4 or 5 hours to finish...it's not like we chugged it.
So anyways, we drank a couple of their 3 dollar shots (a Double-Jack and an Apple-Sour Jack I think...) and headed for The Brewhouse.
Brewhouse was almost closed when we got there, which gave us the opportunity to bullshit (which is talking when you are drunk) with the bartenders. We bought some Irish Car Bombs (3/4 pint of Guinnes, Irish Wiskey, Bailies) which taste like coffee by the way (I suggest you try them if only for funsies if you already havn't). And then we had a beer. At this point, our bullshit session with this one bartender (who looked almost like the lead singer from Billy Talent by the way) had been going on for quite some time. He decided to finish a bottle of red wine sitting there with us (only because he felt bad for making fun of my friends pink shirt). So we made Kalimotxo's with the red wine (thats red wine and Coke). They are quite tasty once you have stripped your pallet of the ability to actually taste.
After that we went home and passed out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
-I bought some Buffalo Jeans the other day as well as some Von Zipper Hitchhikers. I got both for cheap cheap CHEAP.
Behold:
Both of these go nicely with my new shirt which I got at the recent City and Colour/Dashboard concert:
HuzzaH! I really like the jeans. They make my bum look good. But seriously, it always looks good.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
- In other news, Natalie Portman might be naked in Goya's Ghosts. Hopefully this goes well for her, as she typically does not to portray overly sexual characters. I guess its the context of the nudity that matters. I'm sure there will be a good reason for it and that she hasn't suddenly thrown her past morals out the window on a whim.
- In celebration of her my new wallpaper is this:
Although that is a resized version. The original is much larger.
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hmm.... turned up with no results.... ha ha ha, yeah, i seriously did search!