Fuck, this has not been nearly enough whisky. And I'm house-sitting at the parents' place right now. I have, fortunately, found a bottle of limoncello that I made in their liquor cabinet (how it got there is a bit of a mystery) but it's the only bottle of liquor in the house and far superior to the teenaged move of stealing my parents' booze.
Has anyone read Matt Taibbi's Griftopia? Unfortunately, I know as much about finance/economics as Paris Hilton does about celibacy, so I can't even begin to judge the veracity of most of what he says. However, if only half of what he says is true America is so beyond fucked I'm not sure if we can pull out of this huge fucking mess. This quote nails our political process.
I haven't had a quiet Friday evening to myself in several months...and I've been loving every minute of it. Since I got home from another 10 hour day at work, I've: 1. Gone for a run 2. Made (and ate!) a grilled cheese sammich 3. Finally watched Public Enemies (ehhhh) 4. Polished off a 12 pack of Shiner 5. Talked to my mom on the phone mostly coherently
I'm finishing off the last of a bottle of Jack Daniels I've had for awhile. We just got some fresh snow so I can just scoop it into the glass and pour the whiskey on top. Perfect.
Girlfriend out of town, thought I was broke (found $75), friends not drinking (studying?, need alcoholic friends), time to drink by myself (at bars with people). Genius plan
Didn't you get over a thousand followers in your other thread Wheelz? Tits promised but not delivered I'm pretty sure?
Hangover is about to be cured by some sausage, two eggs, some toast and some Tropicana orange juice. I emphasize Tropicana because it is so much better than anything else at the grocery store. Fresh squeezed would be best, but hey, I'm in fucking college and don't have time for that shit. Mmhmm.
I met the hottest dude ever a couple days ago. Unfortunately, he lives halfway across the country but we've since been spending the majority of our free time in my bed. I went to pick him up last night, wearing only lingerie under my coat, and on our way back to my house we stopped at a convenience store to replenish our condom supply. The store is weird and keeps them behind the counter, so I just ask the dude at the counter for some. He grabs them, I pay and head home. Hot dude and I start fooling around and I reach for the box, and open it only to find packets of fucking lube instead of condoms. Luckily, a raid of my good roommate's drawer supplied one. Sooo if anybody wants some strange pina-colada-flavoured lube, it's all yours.