posted by dave on Monday, June 15, 2009 at 11:08 PM in category quickies
What's better, being retarded and happy, or being smart and miserable? For me, this is an easy question.
It's when my brain makes too much sense, that's when my heart speaks up and settles the matter.
Eating at the haunted Burger King, then going to Rich O's. Sound familiar?
For all of you girls out there who've been heartbroken lately, good news. KittenDamsel and I have agreed to discontinue whatever it was that we were doing.
People tell me I should be cruel right back. That that's the game she's chosen to play. Well I don't play fucking games with people's emotions.
Whether the outer beauty will fade before the inner ugliness renders it irrelevant. Both processes have begun. Which will win?
Being right about everything bad, and wrong about everything good.
I'm in a really weird mood tonight. Weird but good.
How the mighty have fallen
I can't help but think that three months ago I'd have been the first person asked, and then there'd have been no need for a second choice, or a third.
They're out of Gumballhead. Drinking Dead Guy instead. Hope it's not an omen.
Going to Jack's. At least there I can have a couple Gumballheads while I'm bored.
Playing online poker against real people for the first time. I hate real people.
That's the kind of word that will keep me up all night.
Sitting in my garage drinking a Fat Tire. I didn't go to Jack's. So there.
It's dead in here. I think somebody must have farted.
So often my advice has been, "Use your head," but always to others, never to myself. I've blindly followed my heart for years, and fuck anyone who's tried to advise me differently. Even myself. Especially myself.
I'm actually thinking clearly today. First time in months. Weird.
Going to the casino again. By myself this time.
Word of the day
Disalieved. Or maybe happitated.
Moerlein Christkindl
(bottle) Clear amber, with a whitish head that faded quickly. Surprising aroma of chocolate and molasses. Fizzy mouthfeel. Flavor of malts and spices. Clean finish. Not too bad.
HatGirl is coming here!
Honorable mention
TremensGirl yelled at me for not mentioning her, so I'm mentioning her now. So there.
Stupid hope, from a stupid heart...
There's a dude here with a dead raccoon on his head. Or maybe it's a wig. Either way, it looks ridiculous.
Belhaven Scottish Stout
(draft) Black with a nice creamy white head. Subdued aroma of malts and dark chocolate. Creamy mouthfeel. Very nice flavor, balanced between chocolate and licorice. A bit of a sharp tang at first, but a very smooth finish. Quite good.
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