Bitch, I know you didn't just say that -
Dear commrades,
I write to you from the trenches. This war has got my knickers in a twist.
I don't know why I wrote that - it just came of the tip of my tongue.
Today - St. P tricks Day - was okay. I had a dirty sweater on (ew), so I went to Target during my lunch hour to buy a new one. I know that sounds like a ridiculous waste, but I felt a little compulsive (obsessive compulsive). The only thing that was really avaliable were (shall I say it) soccer sweaters. I would have bought a brazil sweater, but then again I didn't see a point. I wouold have bought an Irish sweater, but it would have been too obvious (this being that day where everyone,Irish or not, wears green t-shirts with leprachauns,four leaf clovers, or "Kiss Me, I'm Irish"). So England, being the most offensive thing I could have worn, was my obvious choice. No, you're right: there is no logic to this action.
Now I'm drinking Guinness at home (after all, today is a great excuse to get drunk, and Guinness is a great beer). We went to The Englander (a pub (?) in San Leandro) and I tried to order beer. "The Englander is infamous for not checking ID's" - or so I was told. Bottom line is I ended up sneaking my brothers beer into my cup while the waitress wasn't there (this was made easy by our outside seating).
Dams, Pops is home. I gots to be goin'.
And if my ass did speak Spanish, I would be king of the world. Or so I'm told.
I write to you from the trenches. This war has got my knickers in a twist.
I don't know why I wrote that - it just came of the tip of my tongue.
Today - St. P tricks Day - was okay. I had a dirty sweater on (ew), so I went to Target during my lunch hour to buy a new one. I know that sounds like a ridiculous waste, but I felt a little compulsive (obsessive compulsive). The only thing that was really avaliable were (shall I say it) soccer sweaters. I would have bought a brazil sweater, but then again I didn't see a point. I wouold have bought an Irish sweater, but it would have been too obvious (this being that day where everyone,Irish or not, wears green t-shirts with leprachauns,four leaf clovers, or "Kiss Me, I'm Irish"). So England, being the most offensive thing I could have worn, was my obvious choice. No, you're right: there is no logic to this action.
Now I'm drinking Guinness at home (after all, today is a great excuse to get drunk, and Guinness is a great beer). We went to The Englander (a pub (?) in San Leandro) and I tried to order beer. "The Englander is infamous for not checking ID's" - or so I was told. Bottom line is I ended up sneaking my brothers beer into my cup while the waitress wasn't there (this was made easy by our outside seating).
Dams, Pops is home. I gots to be goin'.
And if my ass did speak Spanish, I would be king of the world. Or so I'm told.