Tequila, yer the devil...

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Aw, jeez. Man, I have NOT been a happy camper lately... I got REALLY trashed on Saturday night, and said mean, hurtful comments to my best friends (especially my little buddy K-Dog). I don't remember what I said, but based upon her reaction to it, it was pretty damn bad! I ended up sleeping at the top of the stairs, barely on the corner of the pillow b/c the damn cat was taking up all the space, and I got stepped on many, many times! That was wine and beer. THEN the next night came the tequila... and I was freaking evil. I thought I died, and my friend (K-Dog, again) had to convince me that, no, I was not dead. And then the cops came around the corner and shined their light on us, and we ran away from them. Later, I was being mean, and said some more mean stuff that I don't remember, and punched some stuff... and then K-Dog said some mean stuff, and I said Kiss my ass, and she said F-you, and so on and so forth. So, no mo tequila. I got a job, 'cause of, can you guess, K-Dog. She seems to be a prominent fixture in this entry. Anyways! Yeah, I'm gonna be a baker. I don't bake, so we'll see how this goes. Chucky's B-Day was yesterday (which is why the drinking in the first place). He's 22 now... sweet. I got him some Tequila and cigarettes for his present (hey, it's what he said he wanted). We (my team, the Univ. of Arkansas) played a "tournament" (they called it a tournament, but we were 1 of 3 teams there... whee!) in Norman, OK (Oklahoma Univ.), and it was bogus. OU plays dirty... oh, well... we won our first game against Kansas U (their pack rocked but their backs were kinda rookie-ish... you know what I mean), and lost against OU. I love proping, but sometimes even *I* get sick of scrums... yes, it was one of those weekends. Oy vey! I gotta go! But I will post more later (really,this time). I need to make this a regular thing, 'cause looking back on my past entries was kinda fun. Ater-lay, mein comrades.

Best Prop Ever, signing off.