I have plenty of leftover mashed at my place. I even have gravy. Come over and join me. I'll even give you beer.
I miss beer. I'm currently half-way through a temporary liquor detox, but I will take you up on the potatoes.
School. The end of my semester is stupidly busy so I don't really have time for drunken shenanigans (...as I procrastinate on here instead.)
Certainly some stimulating conversation Off to the fuck-head of a father in law's house, no liquor allowed, cause you know......Jesus gets mad if you drink.
I've been really wanting to try his Mangria, but since I live in such a backward state I can't get it shipped here. My Fiancee's brother is coming up from Dallas on the 15th, I'm considering having him mule some over the state line for me. I got déjà vu typing that, which probably means I've posted the same thing before, but I don't remember and I'm to lazy to check...so there.
Austin City Limits streaming live with Gary Clark Jr. is all it takes to save a boring ass Friday night. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0onmtk71ez4&feature=plcp
Saw a chiropractor for the first time in my life yesterday. Not sure how I feel about this. I've always thought they were quacks.
Does it really matter if it produces results? If it helps, keep going. Simple as that. And just because, here is a nice photo: Spoiler
Mashed taters is even worse than heroin. Next thing you know you're in a gas station bathroom stall, heating up gravy in a spoon with a lighter, mainlining pommes puree with a 2/1 butter ratio. I'm drinking Scrumpy's cider tonight. I suggest everyone do the same. Also, would like to thank the cat for pawing his way past the door, jumping in my lap to kneed my balls, then jump off as soon as he got enough scratchies. Fucker. I'm going to pee in his box tonight.
I also just started physio last week. Apparently it's not normal to have hip/butt pain like an 80 year old when you're only 21. This week's session was essentially just a butt massage. It was awesome.
Those Americans that were at my place last weekend left a bunch of Leinenkugel's Honey Weiss. That shit is dangerous. Way too easy to drink.
I saw a massage therapist on Wednesday, which helped a little. But holy shit, I've never had a real and proper massage before. It's kind of magic. I have a bunch of funds left to blow on my health benefits before the end of this month - so I think I'm just going to treat myself to like four massages per week until the new year.
Cider was the first booze to ever make me throw up, and to this day it cannot pass under my nostrils without making me feel sick. It was horrible, I yakked all over a basement stairway trying to run for the bathroom.
Speaking of good ideas . . . is there a rental car share service? I wouldn't want to share my ride. But, people drive their cars to the airport for a week of vacation and leave them there. Meanwhile business persons fly into to town and rent a car. What if they just used one of the cars that was going to just sit there?
My nomination for the best youtube hypewoman ever. God damnit. This is actually the first youtube comment. I never thought my level of discourse would devolve into that. This is the new low point in my life.
I get a deep tissue massage when I can, usually once a month. The first time I went to the lady that is now my regular masseuse, she warned me since apparently lots of people ask for a deep tissue not knowing what it actually is and that it's supposed to hurt. It is awesome though. Funny thing, the first time she worked on me she started muttering "what the fuck?" under her breath. My back was kind of tight. She got a little step stool to get a better angle to dig in (she's a tiny puerto rican woman, but her deep tissue massages are AWESOME). Needless to say, I highly recommend them.
This is my favourite hype guy, ever. He doesn't have to say a word. His sunglassed aura does it all, and never have I seen a man cross-arm flex so hard in my life. That "Can't handle my liquor" flinch at 0:10. It's as if these dudes are a living attack ad on themselves.