The Reds suck.
I know my reason for being here, but what's yours? When you figure that out, we should talk.
The bartenders here are a gazillion times prettier than the ones at Rich O's.
Now I'm at Jack's. The kitchen closed five minutes ago. Crap.
They kill me, and they give me life. Can't live with them, can't live without them.
I might be dying now.
HatGirl is coming here! Yay!
1/2 liter = 16.9 fluid ounces
I'm at Rich O's. I don't know why, I guess just for a change of pace.
Getting my pussy shaved Thursday. You know that you care.
Why is it that old women find me so damn irresistible?
Cake sounds yucky right now.
Getting angry would be easy. Too easy. I don't want this to be easy. I want it to be hard. I want to suffer.
At Rich O's now. I don't know why.
It's the platitudes that I hate the most.
Lunch was nice. I'm at Sportstime now. Marzen is yummy.
I get to have lunch with HatGirl!
For about the millionth time in a row, I forgot to buy toilet paper. Conservation is no longer an option, it's a necessity.
It would have been awesome. I would have rocked her world.
Baseball players are so funny sometimes. They're such bad actors.
I just figured something out. I'm actually smiling now. Weird.
If I'd had a crystal ball, back then, it wouldn't have changed a thing. I couldn't have changed a thing. I never had a choice.
Came back home, took a nap, now leaving again.
People named BJ crack me up.
Changed my mind and came to Bearno's instead. They have Newcastle here.