So thank you Mike Noer for
further damaging my game. What's horrifying about this article is not the piece itself, but the comments on the discussion board. Makes me want to join a nunnery or date women. No offense to the perfectly acceptable men on my friends list.
So this weekend I went to the Wickenden Pub, the Wild Colonial, Random Karaoke Bar in Federal Hill, and Ri Ra. Fun times. However, it's much more fun when the people you are with are at least pretending to have a good time. I mean, who enjoys dancing to a cover band when your friends are leaning against the wall with crossed arms looking grumpy? Particularly after you just paid their cover.
Also, if you have to regulate with any girl that comes near your boyfriend (or just sets her beer on his table), maybe you shouldn't be dating him.
Today is the last day of training, woo hoo! I have 3 hours of training with my staff, then the rest of the day is group training. Then sweet freedom. Or not. But at least I don't have to get up at 7am anymore.
It's freakin cold here all of a sudden. I'm not ready for fall.
I'm over quota on shady friends. I went over quota on rediculously pretty friends a while back, but shady is catching up.