I'm wooking at wions.
I feel sad this morning. I don't know why. My life is fucking perfect.
Wifey worked her magic and got us great seats for Believe!
I get offended when the skanky big fat hog hookers proposition me.
I had a bad dream. Serves me right. I've been ignoring the problem for too long. Pretending it doesn't exist. So it haunts my dreams.
I am a magnet for hookers and drunken idiots.
(Draft) Clear dark copper. Medium tan head. Malty aroma. Strong malty aroma, maybe a little molasses. Decent.
I'm always wondering about the other people at the bar at these early hours. I mean, are they still up from last night, or are they, like me, victims of a time zone different than this one?
Right after I posted that last quickie, the pickup guy left with both girls. Good for him, I thought. But now the two girls have returned alone. Poor pickup guy.
Now I'm down at this bar watching these pickup guys work on these two hot girls. I really like one guy's style. I'm finding myself rooting for him.
I got talked into trying six kinds of sushi. I still don't really like it.
We just stumped the piano dudes.
These guy play piano a million times better than they sing, and even that's not saying much.
It's been six months, but it's like I never left. I can't wait to see my wife!
My phone is being weird about email.
I'm in an actual decent mood. I'm hopeful that this is a prelude to excitement!
Up and at 'em, I suppose.
I can't find the doohickey!
Picklepie got into a fight with the neighbor's cat, Pete Jr. I got them
separated, suffering only a few major lacerations in the process.
I've had better. I've had worse. I wish I'd had some chopsticks.
I don't care.
What if Everyone On Earth has been right, all this time?
I think this is the last chance, for either of us.
I suppose I should start thinking about packing.
OtherDave had a fantastic idea. I'm going to take it and run with it.
There's a helicopter circling overhead. That's always a good sign, right?
Why is standing-up dude always standing? To confuse me, I think.
For a second there, I was okay. But, as soon as I noticed it, it was over.
I got a new Blackberry Torch today.
He was outside this morning, and very glad to see me!
I haven't seen PicklePie since this morning.
Five strippers, three old women, and an ex-girlfriend.
They're giving me a guarantee. Well, I guarantee that I just wasted my money.
So, this place turns into a gay bar on January 1st.
I miss WomanRepellant. He would be just as disgusted by this as I am.
I'm suddenly sad. For some reason. Or lots of reasons. I can't tell.
There's one thing that never fails to piss me off. I should probably get
Going to see Criss Angel Believe again next week.
Okay, I guess that was it for the day. Goodnight then.
It sucks that we've fallen this far.
In my semi-rush to get out the door this morning, I totally forgot to take
my allergy medicine. I can definitely feel the effects of that oversight.
So I just got to my parking lot. I want to get here by 7:15. I guess I'll try again tomorrow.
I keep knowing people who are sick. And I'm sick of them being sick. I
demand that they all feel better..............NOW!
I wanted to stay. I wanted to go back. I did neither.
Maybe we're all Truman.
It looks like a full moon. I can recharge my rock when I get home.
This morning is too early in the morning.
When this falls apart, that's when I'll be useful again. I guess I'll wait.
My new bedding, gray with dark gray stripes, came with shams. Shams means it's gay, right? Now I have to buy more bedding, right?
Tomorrow I'm getting a new Blackberry, and I'm switching to Verizon. I'm not excited.
I could really use a bottle, or ten, of Alaskan Smoked Porter right about now.
Today, I have a boring, but very important mission. I need to buy hangers.
Lots and lots of hangers. This is likely to be the highlight of my day.
I wonder how long they'll keep my picture up on the wall. I wonder who'll remember me the longest.
Leveraging societal expectations of normalcy...
And so, it begins again.
I had a nice dream about someone I haven't dreamed about in years.
RockGirl made me come out here. I couldn't decide, so she decided for me.
Now I'm getting pissed.
PearlGirl came in. I jumped and clapped when she came in.
And so, it begins...
First they came for those who wanted more than 120 characters, but I did not
speak out, because I did not want more tha
I like to get here early and watch the squirrels and rabbits frolic.
Part of me wants to write an blog entry now, but a bigger part of me wants
to go outside and drink a Marzen.
I'm actually nervous...
I don't like guys who wear gay hats.
Traffic was bad, so I got here late, but all the Thursday weirdoes got here early. That's probably because they don't have jobs.
It's a lifestyle, not an income level.
It's official. I'm permanent starting Monday.
I wish we could talk. I mean really talk.
Goodnight, cruel world.
How did things get so fucked up?
Wow, a preemptive cockblock.
I'm starving to death. I think that's a good sign.
I took a Claritin this morning. My head feels a little less concretey, but now I'm coughing.
If I took door number one, it would be seen as weird. If I took door number
two, it might be seen as mean. So I think I'll take door number three, and
just go to bed.
What if I had one? This thought is freaking me out.
I feel like my entire body has been filled with cement, and it's hardening quickly.
I just had a thought. This changes everything.
Phone noises are off. Don't even bother. I'm sleeping, I hope.
Got my 87th wind.
Going to try to stay awake until the sun goes down. I doubt I'll make it.
So very tired today...
I'll be in a meeting until 11:00 today, so don't freak out of I don't reply
to emails or texts. This means you.
They delayed Big Brother for golf. Fucking Golf?!? I didn't get it
recorded. Now I have to wait for it to hit the internet.
Wow, I'm just physically and emotionally drained tonight. I'm actually feeling my age for once.
I'm still going, though. Oh yes, I'm definitely still going.
It's the something else that keeps giving me stupid hope.
Pondering apathy vs cruelty vs stupidity vs something else.
Oh goody, that one whore is here.
I should put myself first for a while. I probably won't, but I should.
The 1970s called, and they want their mirrored sunglasses back.