Some lame stuff.
I played in the rain last night. I was soaked and incredibly happy to put dry clothes on.
I've found a new fun thing to do: go out in the hall and listen to the music my neighbors are playing. It's always loud and bad. Some days it's bad techno, often it's bad pop. And yesterday - I swear to god - they were playing bad Indian music. After a year of having to listen to the yippy dogs of Satan, I'm really thankful for the new neighbors. Listening to their bad music seems like a much more entertaining way to pass the time. Plus, retaliation seems so much easier. In the old days, I'd stand next to the wall and bark. Now I just blast Turbonegro.
Me:
The alter-ego:
ALCOHOL INTAKE, 4/16:
-5 beers, 2 screwdrivers
-Pass Out? Y/N: N
-Puke? Y/N: N
-Have regrettable sex? Y/N: I regret nothing Kate and I do.
I've found a new fun thing to do: go out in the hall and listen to the music my neighbors are playing. It's always loud and bad. Some days it's bad techno, often it's bad pop. And yesterday - I swear to god - they were playing bad Indian music. After a year of having to listen to the yippy dogs of Satan, I'm really thankful for the new neighbors. Listening to their bad music seems like a much more entertaining way to pass the time. Plus, retaliation seems so much easier. In the old days, I'd stand next to the wall and bark. Now I just blast Turbonegro.
Me:
The alter-ego:
ALCOHOL INTAKE, 4/16:
-5 beers, 2 screwdrivers
-Pass Out? Y/N: N
-Puke? Y/N: N
-Have regrettable sex? Y/N: I regret nothing Kate and I do.