This afternoon is freakin perfect. I've got my drink, my Buddy, and I'm cooking some beans on the stove. Too bad I have to drive to pick up El Husband at 8, thereby cutting off my party prematurely. God damnit. I was about to hit submit and then Buddy puked on the carpet.
Just got back from an art show; the first art show that I've been to sober in years, and I used to go to those things all the time... Now I'm starting to realize why I used to drink so much: people annoy me. I'm seriously thinking of making some bogus art to show at one of those events; I could definitely do better than what was on display. I was thinking maybe some pictures of road-killed animals. I'll say it's to raise awareness for animal rights or something. Or maybe I could take pictures of oil stains on the floor of my shop. In other news, this song kicks ass: Question: Why would a British singer like Lemmy brag about having 7 million deutschmarks? I could understand pounds or dollars, but deutschmarks?
Also, watch your tone. Wedges are VERY practical. I can last about 12 hours on these without changing into emergency flats: About eight hours on these: And about three hours on these: Thank god for wedges.
Of course. If you spend 12 hours flat on your back, your feet will never get sore. (See what I just did there?)
Golf for 5 hours and bar for five hours. I like to divide my time. Roughly 25 beers into an 18 back[plus the bar].
If this chick from tonight doesn't message me, come monday I'm gonna hit on the Indian cutie in my class. Anyone have experience with indian (the curry kind) girls?
Why can't we all just agree that vibram five fingers, sanuks and flip flops are vastly superior to and in most cases cheaper than anything else? I dread the day I work in an office that doesn't allow flip flops.
Women are fucking masters of truth bending. There's a girl at work who wanted to set me up with one of her friends. I didn't get many details about the girl beforehand, but I at least got the general overview. It would have been a very blind date. So much in fact that I didn't even get her last name so I could check her out on Facebook. The general description was shoulder length hair, really cute, a little thick...I should have just said no there. Sadly I gave the girl who was doing the setting up the benefit of the doubt. She's pretty hot herself and I WRONGLY assumed she wasn't going to try and hook me up with the one fat friend in her circle of friends they all keep around to make themselves look better. (Ladies, does this still ring true even into your early 30's? Don't think guys haven't noticed you doing it since high school) SO...go to meet the girl and my expectations are that she'll probably look something around this size. Spoiler Sadly, the reality of the situation was she looked more like this. Spoiler
I love Saturdays like this. Woke up at 11am. Had my first beer half an hour later. Now watching Celtic win the league (Scottish Premier League for). The Celtic away crowd sound fucking incredible, wish I was there. Last night the barman made fun of me for drinking wine. I didn't think it was that strange but apparently I should stick to the pints. About to run out of beer. Send help.
The best part is knowing in her heart of hearts the first girl thought fatty was solidly in your league. What does that say about you?
I want. Seriously! I love wedges because they can be sky-high and still comfy. I had a hilarious (to me) moment last year after I got my cast off my leg/foot. I was on a date with my ex and wearing heels for the first time in like 9+ months (I figured wedges would be ok). We were standing at a corner talking about where to go eat, and I just kinda slowly tipped backwards into this giant flower pot behind me. A patio full of people got a flash of my panties...people were staring at me like, "WTF?". I couldn't stop laughing. I thought it was funny that my new ankle said, "Fuck this wedge-noise. I'm out," and bailed. I think of that every time I wear wedges or true heels now.