whatever you want it to mean: quickies

Dammit

Dammit dammit dammit dammit, it was not supposed to happen this way. It was not supposed to happen at all, dammit.

Graph

It's not two-dimensional, it's three-dimensional, dumbass.

Score!

I forgot to say that I went to The Keg and managed to score one of the last six-packs of Gumballhead in Southern Indiana. So, ha-ha!

Timing

Now that I'm fresh out of girlfriends, my sister is having a pool-party this weekend. Oh well.

I'm wondering, if I leave, if I should bother to say goodbye.

Samuel Adams Longshot Traditional Bock

(bottle) Clear dark amber. Tan head that faded quickly. Aroma of burnt malts and molasses. Medium mouthfeel. It's got that same weird flavor that I find in most bocks. I don't like it.

Tuesday night I think

Dinner was good. Now I'm at Rich O's. I don't know why.

Fine

Fine, I'll go to Red Lobster, by myself. Meanie.

Even better

Well I didn't continue the dream from yesterday. Even better, today I dreamed about having ice cream.

Zzzzzz

Now what will be nice is if I can continue my lucid dream from yesterday.

I vant to suck your blood

I see that my sleep schedule is slowly but surely creeping back into vampire mode.

Denny's

Now I'm at Denny's. Same reason I was at Jack's, I guess.

Pop quiz asshole

Question: What's worse that being alone? Answer: Being with the wrong person. Question: What's worse than being with the wrong person? Answer: Being alone and wishing you were with the wrong person.

Now

I'm at Jack's now. I'm not sure why. I guess I just didn't feel like going home alone just yet. This sucks, by the way.

Funny

Some things are funny. This is not one of those things.

Different

Dammit, I wish things had been different in the past, or were different now, or would be different in the future. Dammit.

Quack

If a person quacks often enough, people are going to start thinking that the person is a duck. I'm just saying.

Saison Dupont

Light brown, with a white head that seems to be lasting. Very light aroma of yeasts and apple peels. Sharp and clean flavor, watery mouthfeel. Decent is all I can say.

There

That's my good deed for the day. It will go unappreciated, of course.

I hate people

Fucking people are talking about her, behind me. I'm trying not to listen, but her name keeps reaching my ears.

Clipper City Red Sky At Night Saison

Clear light golden. Nice white head. Subdued aroma and flavor of fried apples. Mouthfeel more creamy that I'd expected. Good.

Magic

Abracadabra. There, that should work.

Dinner

I'm at the haunted Burger King. I don't know why.

Uh-oh

My resolve is weakening. Perhaps I should bolster it with alcohol. That always works, right?