Insomnia part 904.
Yeap, couldn't sleep again. I hopped on the puter to see what was up. Oh boy.
Crazy Mike got online and it was high time to chat his ass up. He was blubbering about how he has done nothing but drink Mt Dew, Bacardi 151 and play WoW for the past week. He was writhing in a cesspool of self-pity, whining about how he didn't have any chow, crying about lack of social contact. That fucker. I can't let my buddies waste away in Webbernet Hell. So I TOLD HIM that I would go get food with him. He complained that he wanted breakfast. FINE. LETS GO BUY GROCERIES. He was reluctant at first, but then next thing I know I am waiting for him to pick me up on Grand and we made a 4 am trip to Wal-Mart. And we bought breakfast supplies. Oh did we ever buy breakfast supplies. We get to my house to cook up the goods, and BAM. While searching for a pan, we knock EVERY FUCKING METAL COOKING SUPPLY out of the cupboard. It was loud as hell. We cooked, we ate, Mike talked WoW at me for an hour afterwards.
And now, now...I am going to embrace my insomnia for as long as I can stand. I suppose I don't have to be "up" till 10, which is 3 hours. So do I bother or not? Hmmm. We'll see. Maybe I'll shower at like 7 and then bust up to the Union for more Dewskis.
Anyway. I am delirious as hell. I haven't done shit like this in ages. Awesome.
BALLS. LONGEST ENTRY EVER. [well, not really.]
The breakfast incedent was just too cool not to post.
Today. Is. Going. To. Suck. Huge. Wang. But. Whatever.
I think this is where soul meets body, because its whack. What the hell am I talking about? Its like I'm drunk. Sober drivers drunken cars, for real.
I am stopping...now.
Crazy Mike got online and it was high time to chat his ass up. He was blubbering about how he has done nothing but drink Mt Dew, Bacardi 151 and play WoW for the past week. He was writhing in a cesspool of self-pity, whining about how he didn't have any chow, crying about lack of social contact. That fucker. I can't let my buddies waste away in Webbernet Hell. So I TOLD HIM that I would go get food with him. He complained that he wanted breakfast. FINE. LETS GO BUY GROCERIES. He was reluctant at first, but then next thing I know I am waiting for him to pick me up on Grand and we made a 4 am trip to Wal-Mart. And we bought breakfast supplies. Oh did we ever buy breakfast supplies. We get to my house to cook up the goods, and BAM. While searching for a pan, we knock EVERY FUCKING METAL COOKING SUPPLY out of the cupboard. It was loud as hell. We cooked, we ate, Mike talked WoW at me for an hour afterwards.
And now, now...I am going to embrace my insomnia for as long as I can stand. I suppose I don't have to be "up" till 10, which is 3 hours. So do I bother or not? Hmmm. We'll see. Maybe I'll shower at like 7 and then bust up to the Union for more Dewskis.
Anyway. I am delirious as hell. I haven't done shit like this in ages. Awesome.
BALLS. LONGEST ENTRY EVER. [well, not really.]
The breakfast incedent was just too cool not to post.
Today. Is. Going. To. Suck. Huge. Wang. But. Whatever.
I think this is where soul meets body, because its whack. What the hell am I talking about? Its like I'm drunk. Sober drivers drunken cars, for real.
I am stopping...now.