Took the lazy road in preparing this entry. I took notes.
Gave PhotoDude his DaveFest shirt. He wants me to sign something on it. I'm thinking about signing, "Here's your fucking shirt."
Assholes in the living room, strangers at the island. I'm having a Newcastle (2140) at the kiddie table.
This one chick from work wants me to go sit in the loser area with them. No thanks.
Assholes left. I'm moving to the throne.
Some people are incapable of shutting the fuck up.
I just had the glorious realization that the two women that I care most about in the world - the last words that each of them said to me were lies.
I've been talking to PhotoDude and his wife, but now some hot girls have arrived. I might not be writing much for a while.
I order a Weihenstephaner Hefeweissbier (1061).
This one chick, she reminds me of a girl I used to lust after before I even knew what lust was. What I'm saying is that the lust I have for this girl has deep roots.
I know her name now. Same as a month. Not September.
That fucking fuckhead just came in. He better not acknowledge my presence.
She's 24. My imagination cannot accept that much of an age difference.
Wait, now she's 30. That's better, but she seems to be aging very quickly.
She grew up very close to where I lived in Lanesville. Small world.
Her friend is quite hot too, but married.
Another Weihenstephaner (1081).
Hot girls just left. Probably to masturbate while thinking about me.
I'm outta here. White Castle sounds good.