satans feelin' pretty fuckin frigid...
So, yeah. I moved to NY for a girl.
I'm stupid in love with her.
Things are going terrific except for the scramble to get a job.
I handed out pointy, red gnome hats for travelocity on new years in times sq.
finally, after waiting since 2000 I had a good x-mas, there was a tree and presents and family (hers not mine) and such. But if you told me last x-mas that I'd have to spend the next one in Jersey, I probably would have ripped out your larynx with my teeth. I guess it's good that no one told me. Because considering that it went really well I'd feel bad about the whole larynx ripping.
Cains' 26th birthday was beautific if nothing else, even though you didn't call. There were no funerals to go to. No tropical storms. No head injuries. Megyn made me a cake. I ate it. Then she gave me a bottle of bushmills black label. I drank too much of it and the hangover (not to mention the drunken jack-assery was fully off the charts) I handed out gnome hats the next morning feeling like a junkie first day off the spike and had a lot of apologizing to do when I got home.
New years: Well, maybe I'll tell you how new years went when you're older, suffice to say; It was a happy new year.
She's dragged me to Ft lauderdale (kicking and screaming of course) where I am right now, typing this in 80 degree weather while she suns herself on the deck of a boat.
Happy new year all.
-C.
I'm stupid in love with her.
Things are going terrific except for the scramble to get a job.
I handed out pointy, red gnome hats for travelocity on new years in times sq.
finally, after waiting since 2000 I had a good x-mas, there was a tree and presents and family (hers not mine) and such. But if you told me last x-mas that I'd have to spend the next one in Jersey, I probably would have ripped out your larynx with my teeth. I guess it's good that no one told me. Because considering that it went really well I'd feel bad about the whole larynx ripping.
Cains' 26th birthday was beautific if nothing else, even though you didn't call. There were no funerals to go to. No tropical storms. No head injuries. Megyn made me a cake. I ate it. Then she gave me a bottle of bushmills black label. I drank too much of it and the hangover (not to mention the drunken jack-assery was fully off the charts) I handed out gnome hats the next morning feeling like a junkie first day off the spike and had a lot of apologizing to do when I got home.
New years: Well, maybe I'll tell you how new years went when you're older, suffice to say; It was a happy new year.
She's dragged me to Ft lauderdale (kicking and screaming of course) where I am right now, typing this in 80 degree weather while she suns herself on the deck of a boat.
Happy new year all.
-C.