Well, rather, bad news and then good news ( Read more... )

Twelve hours from now, Rach and I should be just about at the turnpike, heading back to Michigan for WheatlandOf course, before we can do that, we actually have to clean up around here, pack, and instead of doing that, I'm procrastinating, even though I need to be in bed in about 90 minutes so I can get 6 hours of sleep ( Read more... )

I'm fucking pissed. Why? Because I felt like it, that's why.

That is all.

Well, I just got back from the first poker game with some friends from work. We took it easy and just did a $5 buy-in. And then I won.

Woot.

That's really just the icing on the cake to what has been a really awesome day. I woke up in a great mood, and that's just continued throughout.

It ruled so much that I don't feel like posting much.

Rock

Me lying on the couch with the remnants of a fifth of Jack Daniels in one hand, a can of Dr. Pepper in the other, and about a 2/3-full bottle of saké at my feet saying out loud to no one (not even the cats), "Beethoven, you magnificent, deaf bastard, Goddamn you for making such beautiful music ( Read more... )

Getting hit on by a two-dollar hooker: FUCKING SICK.

Seeing a stripper's tits that hang down to her belly: FUCKING SICK.

Working security at a bar during bachelor parties: Priceless?

Stewie from Family Guy said it best: "Oh! I feel so delightfully white trash! Mummy, I want a mullet ( Read more... )